Texty: Bombshell Rocks. Street Art Gallery. Bright Spot.

Sometimes I lose it
I lose every bit of faith
But just for a minute
Till I see the light of a brand new day

Someone tried to tell me
You know, your problems don't exist
Well, I'm sorry to dissapoint you
But I know my antagonist

Put some sence in the sentence
Cuz I don't understand a thing
Come down and hear the reject choir sing

Cold nights, 24 hours alone
Now will you show me the bright spot

Sometimes I get so tired
And I lose that positive stance
I give it up for a minute
Turn hope for insignificance

Then I drag myself up
And I'm a long long way from home
But I don't, no I don't even
No I don't even wanna go