Paroles
I'm on the street, I'm all alone
I pick my feet up, 'cause there's nowhere to go
I'm running blind, I'm out of time
I need help but its so hard to find
You don't know exactly who I am
I've been told about all of your plans
Your plot has failed, a stillbirth
I got a question, did you really think that it would work?
Rid myself of your disease
If I'm going out it won't be down on my knees
You don't know exactly who I am
I've been told about all of your plans
You don't know exactly who I am
I've been told about all of your plans
You don't know
You don't know exactly who I am
I've been told about all of your plans
You don't know exactly who I am
I've been told about all of your plans