Testo A Town For All Seasons

Raised to fail in a small town. Taught to die young. Broken glass in empty streets. My skies filled with grey clouds. Sadness bleeds from lamposts. Lonliness is sidewalk cracks. Born to die young. Winter burns my beaten face. Laughter is a memory. Every voice plagued with doubt. Monuments to misery. One way signs, dead end roads. Razors could never cut as deep as those glares from the walking dead. Trapped in Hell, no way out. I sit and wait for the quiet after a storm that never comes. One last chance, thrown away. Led down this hopeless path. I gave up miles ago and I'm ashamed to say I've been left here to die