What am I supposed to be
In my life
In your life
In our life
In this life
I shut the door an closed my sight
At the end of the day
It's not the way what it used to be
There's no way I'll see
The beginning of things to come
Trapped in the ways of the silent and weak
I shut the door an closed my sight
At the end of the day
It's not the way what it used to be
There's no way I'll see
The beginning of things to come
Trapped in the ways of the weak
It's not the way what it used to be
There's no way I'll see
The beginning of things to come
Trapped in the ways of the weak