Thought that I was born free till my reality was ripped.
Now I'm holding onto anything, just to get a grip.
Ignorance was bliss, until I opened my mind.
Ignorance was bliss, until I opened my eyes.
Saw the cold reality there's no such thing as peace.
Struggling to find my way.
But what's the point in all of this.
I live and learned on the streets.
I've made my way in this world through misery.
I live the life.
Life of misery.
Can't get a grip.
Try and keep my feet in the ground, but still I slip.