Why should I have to be in a world not meant for me
Screams a frightened boy he never gets a break
But pays for his mistakes, cans tired of having to be
Terrified, the fighting and sadness
Terrified, hating the madness
Walking the streets alone, thousand miles from home
Hunger every night, razor in his hand
Not afraid to take a stand, sees no hope in sight
And all the tears he swallows when he knows no one is there
Watching in despair hes tired of having to be
Terrified, the fighting and sadness
Terrified, hating the madness

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