Can I change?
Erase the past?
Change the now?
Make the future?
Crimson stains are all
I know,
gunshots are the only
songs I\'ve heard.
Shattered glass is the new
design,
police lights highlight the
dim sky.
Crime is the only subject
I know,
crime is engraved deep
in my bones.
I\'m tired of this kind
of lifestyle,
trying to run away from
the problems,
but still being held by
the rope.
I hope I can clean these
blood-stained hands,
and leave them
pearly white.
I hope I can drive out
the storm
and bring sunshine
to my life.
I won\'t let my
past define my tomorrow,
I won\'t let these chains
hold me.
I\'ll fix my mistakes
and break from these chains,
to make a future to be
proud of.