Gold Mine

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By Laurent.

Looking myself in the mirror and I'm not proud of that vision I wipe it off, mabye I'll see it clearer What I did yesterday, I was a hero now I'm lonely idiot, tryin' to pull the trigger. But, all I wanted to be is to be a singer and not to be surrounded with a gold digger who'll make my life a living hell. My life is a hell, I tried to escape, but every time I would end up in grave and I dig out it by myself. Now, my defeat trophies are up on a shelf and I need someone else to take those trophies for themself. I was just like a normal kid, I had my wierd best friend I did some stupid things with him. I remember that I was dreamin' that I'm famous like an Eminem that everyone on the planet knows me, what I'm doing, knows my name And that I'm a guest on Ellen I talked to Lil Wayne and Drake Did a song with Justin Timberlake. I met Nicki Minaj and told her that she is a snake then I wanted to be wake, I started to shiver and to shake Suddenly, I find myself in car, try to hit a break, but I can't. Never thought that my life will be at stake, but now stop it for fuck sake, I don't want to crash and to be dead, God or anyone, forget what I said, I want to live, save me from this wreck.. I'm living in the gold mine, gold mine with everyone that can save me, save me tryin to pull the break, but it breaks me, breaks me, help me, help me, help me.. So, I'm awake again and I continue with my routine with the same old people same old theme combined with my rich dreams and added that same old ways to blow steam, I was a part of the first team, now I'm a sub, you can see a tear that tears my smiley face, I'm a loser, I'm a disgrace, I have no one of my own I'm alone, alone.. 10 years have passed since those nights so many blood spilled in those fights and it just doesn't seem right, wheter it was you or me, I would die just to keep that bit of self esteem I have or I would try. So, now there's some emptiness inside of me and I can't tell can you see it, but it bugs me it doesn't leave me and it makes me hurt on so many ways. We all chose our own destiny, but why do we keep chosing the wrong one? I'm living in the gold mine, gold mine with everyone that can save me, save me tryin to pull the break, but it breaks me, breaks me, help me, help me, help me.. We all chose our own destiny, but why do we keep chosing the wrong one?

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