How come? I'm always running low. I really got myself at back. I walk thrhought every open door. Feeling I'm feeling slaughter to my back. I have all my love to give. The room is emptyness to thrill. This is how I'm gonna live. And I'm gonna live until. I'm only. How hold is it to understand. My need for freedom to survive. I don't need no confirmation. That my spirit is alive. I won't ever give it up. Regardless all the mess I'm in. Hope we live in to look. If I'm living in sin. It can get lonely. I'm giving it all or nothing. I never take the time to look behind. What's the point in that. When this could be something. To lead me to a live. This new way. I can do it my way