Eight shoes

Bastard

Eight shoes
Learned my living just to drink
So bored inside, I have
Nothing to eat
I'm on the brink of despair
My heart won't talk, my footsteps
can't find the right way
The words are missing...
Dreaming is lying to everyone
My brothers are far away
God's turning his back on me
Angels don't save me anymore
My heart won't talk, my footsteps
can't find the right way
Music is near me, I'm always on
My guards
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