Beating heart.
Role out and see the streetlights gutter.
Walking out in the rain and hope for a new to morrow.
The thick wall that hide your surfs’.
I feel like a car hit my body repeatedly.
Every time they speak your name.
Every time they try to come up with some thorn.
I spit it out and thinking you is good to me.
Every time they speak about you bad, I tell from my heart.
Their eyes look with fire up on me and they want to shut my mouth.
I will not even if I die.
I those who ever I want to love and I stick with that.
I am born to a hard world so are the rest of us.
My eyes are wide open and I can hear all your thoughts and laughs.
I know this world and I will never answer your gauged questions.
I will keep them here with me in my heart.
I will not answer on yours demand in any way or circumstances.
What so ever every one of you is something good and something bad.