Just wanna be successful for my son give him the life I've never had I'll bleed til I find what I need to make it happend I'm weak when it comes to fake love trying to find my destiny

Ripped from sleep, some dreamlike state, I levitate from the locus of our love Which for now, Are all stop signs And snowy streets without a sound, Or a single birdsong in the crooked branches Clinging to suspended life With praying hands, A dagger waits, electric And it gives me the most impossible choice: Do I give in to the joy of you and I Or Risk staying in a host that feeds me, But Restricts my voice

As I stand as an oak battling these storms that come towards me standing tall holding my ground beneath my roots I'll shall not fall