These Are My Feelings - Mr Fira - Feeling Lonely | Instrumental

These are my people This is the land where my forefathers lie These are my people In brotherhood we're heirs of a creed to live by A creed that proclaims that by loved ones blood stains This is my land and these are my people These are my people They were born on and lived by the land These are my people and their cities were raised by hard working hands And their faces to tell that they're holding on well To this their land yes these are my people These are my people These are the ones who will reach for the stars These are my people that a light of the earth you can tell they are ours A new step to take and a new day will break For this my land yes these are my people These are my people hmmm

In my lonely feeling From my darkest dreams, I go on through days As I wonder, Always changing Forever dreaming Am I the master of my soul? Now my reason's changing. Fear has faded away. No more days of my wonder, Can't stop feeling, No disbelieving, Yes, I'm the master of my soul.

These are my people This is the land where my forefathers lie These are my people In brotherhood, we're heirs of a creed to live by A creed that proclaims that by loved ones blood stains This is my land Oh, and these are my people These are my people They were born on and lived by the land These are my people And their cities were raised by hard-working hands And their faces do tell that they're holding on well To this, their land, yeah And these are my people These are my people These are the ones who will reach for the stars These are my people By the light of the earth, you can tell they are ours A new step to take and a new day will break For this my land Oh, and these are my people These are my people A new step to take and a new day will break For this is my land Oh, and these are my people My people These are my people These are my people My people

I can't open up to you Me and my friends are lonely I don't know what to do I always figured I'd be the one to die alone I cope, smothered in smoke Deep high, drape my soul in I know things that you don't I've met murdering folk and They took one of our own They took our innocent home So I can't open up to you Me and my friends are lonely I don't know what to do I always figured I'd be the one to die alone So is there any lesson in confessing That you posted up like Jesus on the corner Selling baggies full of blessing Is it stressing all the things that you have morally accepted Is it vexing wearing clothes that you have bled in? Picture perfect victim, overwhelmed and so sadistic I was looking for a purpose, what a chance you had some with you On the street when I forgot The city breathes when I do not If I leave it does not stop here, no So is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay? Oh is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay? I can't open up to you Me and my friends are lonely I don't know what to do I always figured I'd be the one to die alone I always figured I'd be the one to die alone I always figured that I'd be the one to die alone