You lived it too fast Layne
It would be safe to say
Wood could have been the same and all those urges can drive a man insane
It ain't like that real thing
I know something about you
You were in a sea of sorrow as a man in a box
You have created it
Can you live or die with it
Brush away the grind and the shame in you disappears
You have innocence but can you shame this sense
With anyone
Hell Within
It's a problem in my position
It's my private hell
Stay out of my addiction
It's not my soul but it's my fate
My life is slipping
Death doesn't want to wait