In My Back
Thousand knives in my back Draining tears rather blood Life gets tough when things aren’t good In and out of good, bad neighborhoods Will there ever be a moment when […]
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Thousand knives in my back Draining tears rather blood Life gets tough when things aren’t good In and out of good, bad neighborhoods Will there ever be a moment when […]
Thousand knives in my back
Draining tears rather blood
Life gets tough when things aren’t good
In and out of good, bad neighborhoods
Will there ever be a moment when life’s good?
Emotions scattered, when will he attack?
There’s about a thousand knives in my back
Knives, arrows, spears anything you can use to draw a tear
Nothing flows from the dry river of emotion, is it out of fear?
So why must there be such commotion my dear?
Thousand knives in my back
Do you want them back?
I’ll clean them maybe even wrap them in cloth, yes that takes me back
The arrow in my side pierces yet I don’t cry
Sitting down to have a conversation, let’s give that a try
Only leaving with more questions with answers of why
Thousand knives in my back, yes I know why
A thousand knives in your back?
no doubt should be really hurtful
this tells a lot about your own fight
a thousand reasons to be grateful
starting with that you are a warrior
and even with this, you’re still alive.
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