So where do I start? A place? a person? Pry open the past that was meant to fall apart. Take a look inside the mind that lies behind these eyes to answer all the “when where and whys”. STREET PROWL. I turned to the streets. I searched for acceptance. What was left of me was broken and neglected. I was not destined for dreams, and love wasn’t for me. I ran with broken boys and smiled with shattered teeth. Those nights, these nights, they kept me alive. The darkness, it reached out and I was safe by its side. I’m just a soul who is up to no good because my whole life I was so misunderstood. I’m just a soul who is up to no good. Why was I never understood? I’m still not out of this depressing hole but once I’m out where the fuck do I go? Can you believe I made it this far? My emotions turned to stone and my family fell apart. Those nights, these nights, they kept me alive. The darkness, it reached out and I was safe by its side. I’m just a soul who is up to no good because my whole life I was so misunderstood. I’m just a soul who is up to no good. Why was I never understood? STREET PROWL.