DARK SIDE - HOMELESS MAN

I GOT A BITTER TASTE IN MY MOUTH
I GOT A SOUR TASTE ON MY TONGUE
AND I CAN'T SEEM TO SPIT IT OUT
LEAVING A TASTE OF BITTER SWEET
CAUSE I GOT NO DREAMS AND NO HOME
JUST SLEEPING ON THE STREET
WITH NIGHTMARES EVERY NIGHT
AND BLOOD STAINS ON MY HANDS
FROM FOOLS WANTING TO FIGHT
NOW EVERYDAY I BEG HOLDING A CUP
AND PLEADED ON THERE MERCY
BUT NOBODY WANT TO FILL IT UP
THEY JUST LOOK AWAY
NOW IT'S JUST MY DEMONS AND ME
ALONG WITH MY SHADOW I TALK TO
AND STILL I DON'T LIKE WHAT I SEE
WHEN I'M LOOKING IN THE REFLECTION
NOT LIKING THE MAN I BECOME TO BE

DARK SIDE

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