• When I was young my house was a van
    only source for food was somone elses trashcan
    I would walk around and beg for money
    People pushed me and laighed thinking it was funny
    I learned one mans trash is another mans treasure
    One mans pain is another mans pleasure
    The rich throw away thier left over meat
    While I starve cause thiers nothing to eat
    They buy new shoes every week
    But I walk the streets with nothing on my feet
    Smile on the outside to hide the pain
    It will grow and gain until I snap and go insane
    I bleed blood until there is only hate in my vein
    I love rain cause no one can see me cry
    I try to stay warm but I stay cold no matter how hard I try
    But It's so cold my lips turn white
    Amd I can't breathe cause my chest gets tight
    Even though I am in danger
    No one cares because I am a stranger
    So I take my last breath and let out a sigh
    While I lay on the cold floor waiting to die