I walk in a broken existence
Through an unbroken field

So many dark faces
Yet I'm the only one who is clouded

Hope streames through
Yet my soul captures none

I am hopelessly lost
Waiting to be found

I walk through these halls of bigotry
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Nancy boy

I try to brush off the names
But they seem to stick

They haunt my dreams
They stalk my waking mind

I bleed the same color as the rest of you
Do you need to see to believe?

A locked door hides the secrets inside
No light can enter this place
It is my soul

A broken ***** thing it is
Yet at the end of the day its all i have

No witnesses to collaborate with
Only me

I am the master of my mind
I am thr servant of my soul

I look through this crowded hall
All i see is those who don't understand
Yet i always seem to fall
Fall from the things large and grand
A broken life
A broken dream
A sharpened knife
But can i begin to redeem?
A drop of blood
Dripping to the ground
The drop shifts into a flood
No savior can be found
Unending sorrow
I cant bare to see tomorrow