Rotting Out Street Prowl
STREET PROWL
So where do I start? A place? a person?
Pry open the past that was meant to fall apart. Take a look inside the mind that lies behind these eyes to answer all the "when where and whys".
STREET PROWL. I turned to the streets.
I searched for acceptance.
What was left of me was broken and neglected.
I was not destined for dreams, and love wasn't for me.
I ran with broken boys and smiled with shattered teeth.
Those nights, these nights, they kept me alive.
The darkness, it reached out and I was safe by its side.
I'm just a soul who is up to no good because my whole life I was so misunderstood.
I'm just a soul who is up to no good. Why was I never understood?
I'm still not out of this depressing hole but once I'm out where the f..ck do I go?
Can you believe I made it this far?
My emotions turned to stone and my family fell apart.
Those nights, these nights, they kept me alive.
The darkness, it reached out and I was safe by its side.
I'm just a soul who is up to no good because my whole life I was so misunderstood.
I'm just a soul who is up to no good. Why was I never understood?
STREET PROWL.
