There's no where to go in this town, I'm barely getting by.
Justified, by who comes and who goes, everybody lies.
I'm scared hanging around your strings.
Tied up in these dark horrifying things.
I'm getting by with all these rumors around town, saying I'm his puppeteer.
Hanging on to the demented side of me called fear.
I'm trying to run away from this he'll of town.
With my ghostly scars still around.
Once your stuck in this town can never escape your sins.
Almost everyone loses but you get percentage that wins.
Once I leave this world my pain and story will be told.
And these memories of my past, I will hold, whatever was said about us, the news is old.
Collaborated with Terry Corbett
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