One man, One soul

Sometimes I react, too late to face the fact.
Not aware it was incorrect to continue with.
I slowly changed into a shame.
It was better to get help, try to stop the feeling I'm the one to blame.

One man, one soul. Free my mind.
It's not my goal. Free my mind.

Just a kid said "if I have no chance to live,
tell my mum 'Goodbye' and say I'm sorry that I died."
And I still see his wounded face. I had the job for way too long.
It has driven my insane.