GREY YEARS - FOR WHAT IT IS

Too long have I been here and nothing changed
this town is full of scum and so two-faced
and every second that i wait feels so lost
i cannot wait to leave this fucking rotten spot
days spent wasted, days spent lost
and our hopes and dreams, that was the cost
and any hope for change or prospects is what i miss
i hate this  fucking place for being what it is
tonight I pack my bags and run for my life
too long I’ve been trapped, this is my strife for life
and any hope for change or prospects is what i miss
i hate this fucking place for  being what it is

days spent wasted, days spent lost
my hope, my dream that was the cost

For what it is

Will my feet carry me this path, as long as my own strength defeated all the pain?
Waiting for the day when all my doubts have died, waiting for this day to finally feel alive.

Grey Years