Texter

Average guy, good/kind hearted, self sacrifice, touched, easy to tear
It's just the way I'm, I'm noone to fear
slowly going to life as if there's nothing left to fight for, hopeless,
Pure by heart and soul, clean mind and spirit still get nothing for
Left out, hated for anything even when nothing is done
Pick pieces from the floor, smashed like a glass
with no open doors feelings coming to last

I still remember the time when I felt pure inside
No thoughts about taking advantage of a situation at hand
Even if it would be simple to deny to get a good punch to land
With a heart and mind to pure to be playing with feelings
Now I just feel stuck under this ceiling
Kept in a state by my own principles
From which I've channeled my stubbornness
My endless need to see right from wrong
Holding on, trying to stay strong
So even if the way we choose is the hard one to take
I'm not the one who will give up and break

Cause when fighting for something that you believe in
You'll find a hidden power sleeping deep within