I could tell you a story
Of why the days are so long
And why the nights are so cold
I can’t open the door
How can I breath when the air is so thick
My cloths are to thin
My game is so old
skipping steps to stay ahead
But the watchman counts my beats
He knows what i am
But I think I’m discrete
I don’t do it on purpose
It’s all by mistake
I try not to hurt people
But I have selfish ways
If the devil is on my shoulder
And your soul is in my hands
Expect nothing but destruction
that’s all I’ve ever had
I keep that a secret
I don’t tell a soul
But eventually you will see
Im a wolf in sheeps cloths
Where is my life gone
What have I done
Life is so short
Where is the sun
I will tell you a story
That I can’t tell a soul
Why the days are so long
Why the nights are so cold
