Four Fingers
Corey Feldman Was Right All Along
Every town is different but the same within
I see it on the faces of everybody walking
Stranger in some foreign land I’ve got no place to go
Drowned by emotions I will never show
The glass was never full, it was always empty
Choked by false promises and lies that are fed to me
I’ve closed my eyes for so long that I can’t sleep
I miss those days with my hands in the fucking concrete
Tired, worn out, beaten, not an ounce of happiness
Wondering how we got ourselves in this mess
How can we get out, or is this destiny?
Growing up is not how I envisioned this to be
Lying at the bottom of the well
Gazing down, reminiscing on what fell
Everything I have ever wished for
Everything that has never fucking came true.
From Letras Mania