Is it my fault why I see world like I do?
Is it my fault for watching my dreams fall through?
I don't expect anything to better
My passion for life is like the British weather
Grey and murky with occasional flashes of light
The only flash I want to see is the bullet flying towards my sight
Does death scare me... I simply can't tell
I was told to cherish life, though their words are just spells
Daredevil at heart... I was never afraid at the start
Fear is imbedded in the mind from the role models in your life
Gently moulded into the character you become
I was taught to listen... Now I listen much...