Five O Grind

Binded hands and a restrained mouth. Will I ever get out of this prison that I call my room? And now I抦 carried by my dreams. As foolish as it seems, you抣l never change me. Another useless night. I guess I抣l be alright as long as you stay here. More time not spent. My trouble never ends. I keep on thinking of you. Sometimes I抦 wrong. I just wanna write you songs. Helping my brothers out. Sometimes I can抰 help but shout.