No one knows what it's like to be the hustler Since I was young, life was rough in the shade No one knows what it's like to scrape the table From Kitchener’s alleys, where the dreams were made But my dreams, they aren’t as empty As my childhood used to be I was scrubbing floors at Walmart When Lindsee looked at me... No one knows what it's like to feel the metal Sixteen hundred pieces, turning the wheel No one knows what it's like to hear the whispers Of the bullies and the ghosts that I still feel But my dreams, they aren’t as empty As my father’s legacy I’ve been fighting through the shadows Waiting for the key... And my love is Lindsee, she’s my breakthrough In a world of noise, she’s the only truth And we’re leaving Kitchener for the sunrise With no more lies... behind these eyes. When my friends faded out, I just held it in! Wore a brave face through the thick and the thin! From the Steel City glow to the Brampton line! Eight years together, yeah she’s mine, she’s mine! Inheritance coming, yeah we’re breaking the wall! Taking her away from the pain of the fall! No more judgment, no more strife! Tim and Lindsee, building a life! No one knows what it's like to be the lonely With a father’s ghost haunting every day No one knows what it's like to find a savior Who sees the soul and wipes the pain away From the grit of the factory to the silver screen She’s the brightest light that I’ve ever seen. No one knows what it's like to be the hustler... Tim loves Lindsee... Finally free... Behind blue eyes.
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Melancholic Nu-Metal ballad, 2000s post-grunge production, clean arpeggiated acoustic guitar, atmospheric pads, deep melodic bassline, cold clinical drums, emotional male vocals with subtle rasp