here i am, wasting my time, seeing the things,
as if they aren't a mistery
here i am, complayning about things i didn't geth,
instead of being thankful about the one thing i geth
"life"
the word life has lost his mening
life it self is shadowed by lust
really living, are just i few of us
to mutch people die with noting wourth remembering
to mutch people life geting used to it
really living are just a few of us
the word life has lost his mening
life it self is shadowed by lust
blind is what we are
for the gift that is giving tu us