Every night I'm scared
of the opportunities lost.
When I close my eyes,
it's party time for my thoughts.
I never cared for survival
yet something bids me to strive.
Is it my spirit, my mother or
the craziness that wants to get out?
Where lines happen.
Every night I'm scared
of the opportunities lost.
When I close my eyes,
it's party time for my thoughts.
I never cared for survival
yet something bids me to strive.
Is it my spirit, my mother or
the craziness that wants to get out?