Bankstown, New South Wales, Au
The gods have touched me,
The angels have touched me,
The humans have touched me,
Now, I am affraid to be touched.
I follow, I chase, I am a sheep.
Just wanted to see and take a peep.
I did not know what I was in for.
I walked, I ran, I opened the door.
To be one, to make friends, I had to stand tall.
My things were theirs and theirs were mine, this was my only downfall.
To steal, to frame, to kill, to cheat.
This is their game in which I can't be beat.
Jumping, weaving, ducking, turning.
I never sleep and my eyes are burning.
No rest for someone involved in 'white'.
If I do I will get the leader's bite!
Hit, abused and bashed, it does not matter to me, just let it flow.
My job is my life and my life is my job, I can't let it go.
Although ridiculed, I must take a stand.
You would never think this is grand.
Cold and cruel my life and bitte.
It is survival only of the fitter.
My parents are the ones who lead me to this pain,
They say that I am a fool with nothing to gain.
My friends are the ones who involved me in this game,
With them I thought I could obtain some fame.
The leaders are the ones who only want the money,
Now I know this game is no longer funny.
A new start, another beginning but I am still considered a thief.
I just need a new life but I am still always followed by grief.
I just wanted my family and my friends.
No more games for me this is where it ends.
Nothing more do I want just to lay down on my bed.
Not even that can I do because now I am dead.