every night

Street Bulldogs

I walk every night looking for something right
And I doubt every time (all the time) if what I've done was wrong or right
The way I chose became the victim of your hate
Because you can't understand this way, I'm ok
I tried to be your friend and help you every time you needed me
I know I lost your friendship
But I'm being what I am
It could be wrong, right, easy, hard, fast, slow or wild
It's hard to accept and understand because one day I trusted you
I tried to be your friend and help you every time you needed me