Jackie کے بول

Jackie was a young boy Full of dreams and nice girls He lived in a forgotten Place in the U.S.A. He spent his time in his parent's pets shop Lookin' for a way to gone away A new world began He saw himself like a soldier In the "Desert storm" In a perfect world He would have come back He would have survived In a perfect world Nothing's going wrong Jackie would be still alive Feeling a warm breeze He never be so free But freedom is different When you can't choose To lose (the meaning of your life) To lose (the power of your rights) To be (the killer of your dreams) To kill (without a reason) You could never stop Sometimes I'm alone, alone with myself Sometimes I'm the one who can forget Sometimes I'm alone, alone with myself Sometimes I don't care