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Looking myself in the mirror 
and I'm not proud of that vision 
I wipe it off, mabye I'll see it clearer
What I did yesterday, I was a hero 
now I'm lonely idiot, tryin' to pull the trigger. 
But, all I wanted to be is to be a singer
and not to be surrounded with a gold digger
who'll make my life a living hell.
My life is a hell, I tried to escape,
but every time I would end up in grave
and I dig out it by myself. 
Now, my defeat trophies are up on a shelf
and I need someone else
to take those trophies for themself. 

I was just like a normal kid,
I had my wierd best friend 
I did some stupid things with him. 
I remember that I was dreamin' 
that I'm famous like an Eminem 
that everyone on the planet
knows me, what I'm doing, knows my name 
And that I'm a guest on Ellen
I talked to  Lil Wayne and Drake 
Did a song with Justin Timberlake.
I met Nicki Minaj and told her that she is a snake
then I wanted to be wake,
I started to shiver and to shake
Suddenly, I find myself in car, try to hit a break,
but I can't. 
Never thought that my life will be at stake,
but now stop it for fuck sake,
I don't want to crash and to be dead,
God or anyone, forget what I said,
I want to live, save me from this wreck.. 


I'm living in the gold mine, gold mine
with everyone that can save me, save me
tryin to pull the break, but it breaks me, breaks me,
help me, help me, help me..

So, I'm awake again and I continue with my routine
with the same old people same old theme
combined with my rich dreams
and added that same old ways to blow steam,
I was a part of the first team,
now I'm a sub, you can see a tear
that tears my smiley face,
I'm a loser, I'm a disgrace,
I have no one of my own
I'm alone, alone.. 
10 years have passed since those nights
so many blood spilled in those fights
and it just doesn't seem right,
wheter it was you or me, I would die
just to keep that bit of self esteem I have 
or I would try. 
So, now there's some emptiness inside of me 
and I can't tell can you see 
it, but it bugs me it doesn't leave me
and it makes me hurt on so many ways. 
We all chose our own destiny,
but why do we keep chosing the wrong one? 

I'm living in the gold mine, gold mine
with everyone that can save me, save me
tryin to pull the break, but it breaks me, breaks me,
help me, help me, help me..


We all chose our own destiny,
but why do we keep chosing the wrong one? 

  
Posted: 2013-12-25 12:14:59 UTC

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