Looking back in my childhood

wasn’t to bad but it wasn’t that great

I carried the luggage like a bag of bricks

feels like it’s holding me down again

starring down a pitch black road

painted lines show me the direction

sun is burning on my face

sun is setting me on fire



nobody told me where to go

nobody told me where to run



I can’t find my way back home

lost my head down there some where

could we just be gone alone

lived in doubt of fear I’ve shown

gazing down a long gray road

I see the stop sign way up ahead

the sun is burning on my face

sun is setting me on fire

no body told me where to go

nobody told me where to run

nobody told me where to go

nobody told me nobody told me



same old shit different day

gotta get up, gotta get up

(5x)



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