Gifted Gold I feel like there isn't much time
Hours to minutes before I lose my mind
They tell me try before I lose control
A conception, I cry .. These are moments I fold
And lord behold, look my strength returns !
But I'm turning cold and as I blink it burns
Yet they ask me why, why it feels so wrong
That I should simply find a way to shun this harm
It's a way of pain, this must make it right
I just feel insane, someone please help me fight
It's been game of treason and some quick believing
Almost to a point of feelin that im disbelieving
Been so many times when I froze in place
Thoughts I left behind, there's no colder taste
And as I cry for help, I never hear a sound
At most times I felt that only I was around
I kept on screamin, someone please just listen
My voice was slippin, but I kept my vision
I see memories that's been filled with riches |