santana
nothing at all
I am a victim of my time A produce of my age There's no choosing my direction I was a holy man but now With all my trials behind me I am weak in my conviction  And so I walk to try to get away Knowing that someday  I will finally have to face The fear that will come from knowing that The one thing I had left was you And now you're gone  You were a victim of my crimes A product of my rage You were a beautiful distraction I kept you locked away outside Let misery provide And now I am ashamed  And so I walk to try to find a space Where I can be alone to live with my mistakes And the fear that will come From knowing that the one thing I had left was you And now you're gone