Today, Is the day when it's begun. I'm, I'm afraid of what I've done. You, You don't know what will be. I, I don't know, what has become of me?
Sitting here in a daze. Cold from the outer haze. Safe within my mind. Alone but I won't cry. Don't care what people say, or the games they play. They choose their own way, the price they'll pay. Their lives are lost, death is the cost. Their life's in hell, and on this story we dwell.
I killed a man yesterday. Don't have nothing to say but, the way that I felt. I'm sorry but it's hard to tell. This story of living the life. The gang ways, and the others will die. I shed a tear in the future I see, something far beyond reality.
My secret eyes, are holding in the truth. It's this feeling inside, somethings killing me. I don't really know, what it could be. Maybe it's guilt or maybe it's pride. But I don't know, something has died. Inside of me, this feeling, inside of me.