Born in Tragedy

Spend a lot of alone time

A lot of live in my own mind

A lot of spent trying to invent a place where I can go find

A peace that is absent and is lacking from my own life

Find it rather interesting the shadows from my old life

Creeping from behind like a thief that come and stole time

Right out of my pocket from when I was rugged profile

Back when I was most wild

And mostly down to go miles

Down these olden roads with those also living hoe style

Or hostile both styles like lost art

Crook smiles and soft hearts