I wonder if the sun burns your eyes like it does mine.
Do you feel the rays of the sun lightly kissing my arms
I think I'll burn.
In hell there's a place waiting for me I'm sure.
But I've given my life to jesus and pray with the rosary
every night.
I lay and my bed, sleep is for the weak. And I know their ain't no rest for my wicked soul.
I belong out, roaming the streets
All alone.
Why. Do I always end up all alone.
I think to much and don't say enough. I hold back and I disappoint.
I'm disappointed.
I'm depressed.
I'm lost.
And I'm addicted to these stupid labels.
I am a paradox.
A box of jumbled words I can't get out.
I'll explode one day.
When I light my own fuse.
With the heat from the sun.
I wonder I the sun burns your eyes like it does mine.
