Mr. Nobody the Man with a Broken Dreams

I was born thinking Am I a gift or a curse Seems like these daysI feel more like a curseThen a blessingNot knowing the way of life I believe what my MOM AND OR DAD saidUnderstanding the people thatInuenced themBut always asking myself whyOver and over againUntil I push the boundaries Of what I can and can't do But always THINKINGDAM YOUR GOING TO JUDGE ME FOR THATSo we play with our sins That was never given to us Always thinkingDam I'm not dead yetThey say MONEY controls everything And I was never a part of that game But always sayingAT LEAST I HAVE MY IMAGINATION Until they attack me for thatNever knowing what they ment by thatWHAT A BEAUTIFUL DREAMBut now it's time to snap back into reality I have no more MONEY to believe in that See I live withTHINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON AND ONLY TIME WILL TELL WHY So I guess for nowI'll always be alone at the bottomStuck in CHAPTER ONE