I stare at my picture
And read within myself
From the book of legends
From my world
I didn't know where I was going
Not even where I was< br/>Like a ship without a rudder
Nothing was clear
They called me an idiot
Because I had school
They locked me up
Because I didn't tell them paÃte
I lived from crime
From petty stolen goods
I had bad company
And too many fights
I don't want to lecture you
You you're old enough yourself
But it's sad but true
The problem is you
Hell is within you
And there's no place to go
Ours We create hell
And not the one standing in front of us
Too many drugs
Too many fights
I wasn't always the winner
But far too often while
I know what it feels like
When bones splinter
I know what it feels like
When hands shake
But it's not that one Pain
That worries me
It's hell
You're creating for yourself
Because everyone can do magic
Achieve your goals
You have to just want it
You set the course

INVIA LE CORREZIONI