What am I supposed to be

In my life

In your life

In our life

In this life



I shut the door an closed my sight

At the end of the day



It's not the way what it used to be

There's no way I'll see

The beginning of things to come

Trapped in the ways of the silent and weak



I shut the door an closed my sight

At the end of the day



It's not the way what it used to be

There's no way I'll see

The beginning of things to come

Trapped in the ways of the weak



It's not the way what it used to be

There's no way I'll see

The beginning of things to come

Trapped in the ways of the weak