All my life I have been waiting, 
suffering for the light of the day. 

As I wake up each morning and take in that first inhallintes from a smoke, 
I know I'll make it through the day. 

My twisted mine over controlls my urge to kill, 
but my heart is as inocent as a baby. 

Why is life so hard? 
I ask myself this question. 

I see you by my side, 
and I know everythings going to be alright.