A house on the lake,
reflection so clear I can see my fate.
My thoughts are loud, but my music is louder.
Men sell their souls for what they lust.
I'm just here with my heart on my sleeve running after what I believe,
And sometimes I don't see how that could be.
What do I really believe?
Its hard to talk when your feelings are bottled up.
To much pain in the word, many die from their own hands than to be judge from others.