I want to breakaway,
From your clutches,
I'll fight with bare knuckles,
I will break free.
The love has grown a cist,
Its starving,
We give it nothing,
But a smack in the face.
I try to change,
I try to act like a man,
But my emotions get the better of me,
So i act like a Crying wolf,
A boy with no direction.
Tell me What sign i should be looking for,
Will i see a flicker of hope,
With a dash of optimism,
Or will we crash into the furnace.
With a broken heart,
And with broken luck,
I'll charge on,
Like a titán with honest intentions.