Testo di Will

There was a little boy Looking right through me Memories nightmares Standing in the main entrance of my life All I was thinking Gotta face my fears All my darkest scars run along with my tears With this sense of will I will seek for a better With this sense of will I will look for a better way There were these people Pointing fingers at me Laughter horror Kicking dirt into these eyes of mine All I saw was Last of my gone fears All my wasted time for the rest of my life