My silence was painted on my name
Made me different while everybody’s the same
Everyone turns to be a traitor
Seeking the weakness inside my closed door
The grip on the knob that I will never lose
But this weird me is what I decided to choose
Coz the monster that I didn’t expect to come
The one I’ve been fighting to destroy is what I’ve become…
Composed by unnamed soul
Sometimes we need to be criticize to know what’s wrong
Sometimes we need to fall to be strong
Sometimes we need to fail to know our mistake
To see the difference between what’s real and what’s fake
Sometimes we need to be pushed to keep going
To prove they’re wrong you must keep on trying
Sometimes we need to get hurt
To learn how to wash the blinding dirt
Sometimes we need to face our fears and pay the price
Coz God isn’t playing with a coincident dice…
Composed by unnamed soul
