Awaked by the light,Fresh out the wound.

The sun shine's so hevenly and bright.

Pre school a place of dreams. 

Middle a place of suspicion and mean glare's.

Highschool is just enough.

 College,oh come see my bluff.

Everyday is the same, the sun rise.

The coal under my eye.

She lies, about going to work.

Everyday edmanule where's the same shirt.

They say memories can't hurt.

Put me to dirt.

What i am worth.

Then i realize.

You wake in a wound.

And sleep in tome full of gloom.

And you go to the god.

Or the evil mob.