Fresh lyrics Age 27 Nothing can stop me Lifes just a game There's no mistaking The pain in my heart There's no erasing Life's not a bed of roses My heads aching Please come and help me I'm trying to get it racked in Day to day I'm living life Trying to be a hero Being a hero only gets your head caved in Noone knows the pain that I've been facing Time goes on you realise whose faking Fly like a butterfly Sting like a bee I got murder on my mind please god set Me free Im not doing time for the petty arse fiends Show me the way so that I can please see Blinded by the lights I'm not going knees deep I lift my hands to God I'm not turning to them creeps Again and again i just kneel and weep Crying for the better days I just wanna sleep Round and round in circles I'm spinning its deep Time goes by and I think of my mum Years have gone and Im still in the slums I tried to be better yes I tried to run But life is a game it just fucks with the good ones