- cifra
Laying lost and wounded
Just myself to blame
Have no life and
Being hand-fed pain
Head's a crying wasteland
Filled with shame
Cried for help before and
Nobody came
His father beats him
No hesitation
His face left dripping
In humiliation
As he lies wounded
His father turns to clay
A frozen statue
Can't walk away
His head's a crying wasteland
Filled with shame
Cried for help before and
Nobody came
To see what I can lose again
For being the victim
No
