Lost in a world where people wear two mask and break promise's and heart's
along with knives in the back

I'm a runaway train on the edge of the world about to fall off track

Going up going down all arounders anything but reality I cannot face

Every time I come close to Death I open my arms and ready to embrace

Life and Love is so hard to overcome bringing nothing but hard routes and hard hearts

Staring out my window pane I look down memory lane and see where my darkness starts

A drunken father always falling off the wagon showing nothing but
tough love

When will this fallen angel return to the skies above

Screaming silent screams in the midnight hour

Opening up the veins and shooting the powder every hour

Till feelings turn cold and hard left without a soul

Because on the hard route it feels nothing more than like a Sunday stroll

© droneking