No Fuego Always Outnumbered
Is this now our anthem? Loneliness and heartbreak and all the wasted nights, they seem to stick to us like crazy glue. The inspiration has died. It died last night along with a part of me, rotting inside. And this is not the way I pictured, I’m not giving up…
Another night of surely wasting away. Again my mind goes astray. Just like letters with no words we seem to write everyday. And this is not the way I pictured giving up.
This is not the way I pictured giving up. Sure to fight a losing battle. Always out gunned.
Growing up I never asked for this. I didn’t wanna be helpless and on my knees. Crying for the world I loved, I watched it die. Moments passed, I grew inside. And I can’t go back to what I used to know.
This is not the way I pictured giving up. Sure to fight a losing battle. Always out gunned.
Always outnumbered, we’ll always be out gunned.
