Cold and alone.. Im left camping out in the streets
With garden walls as my seats..
.. And a bed made of newspaper sheets
Im afraid to be disturbed.. Want friends but cant hav'em
So alone I sleep..
.. In my urine smelling cavern
Passers by hate.. Honestly.. You should see the looks I get
Constantly under threat..
.. Even been spit on for a bet
But i afraid to move.. Afraid for myself to get up and leave
Doubt my skills.. But..
.. Not afraid of failing jus that I wont achieve
No sense of self pride.. Just think its best that I stay right here
No control with no way to steer..
.. What the point in trying if im jus gona stay in the same gear
So my decision is made.. And even as the weather gets wetter
Im gona stay right here..
.. Out of fear of nothing better
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