You lived it too fast Layne

It would be safe to say

Wood could have been the same and all those urges can drive a man insane

It ain’t like that real thing

I know something about you

You were in a sea of sorrow as a man in a box

You have created it

Can you live or die with it

Brush away the grind and the shame in you disappears

You have innocence but can you shame this sense

With anyone

Hell Within

  

It’s a problem in my position

It’s my private hell

Stay out of my addiction

It’s not my soul but it’s my fate

My life is slipping

Death doesn’t want to wait