Five O Grind

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