All these words fill my head and I struggle to spit them out, to put the ink to the paper, but what's inside me doesn't always just come down to poetry or prose. It's the feeling inside of restless nights, of highway signs, of long winding roads. I'm struggling to make my point, to force it out, but there's a fire inside me that still burns. With the frustration of my peers who see how fucked up things are. How much garbage can we be fed before our bodies reject it? How much time can we waste hoping we'll be accepted? You fake your way through this fucking life. My teeth are clenched, my heart is beating, and I'm screaming these words out of sheer frustration with the people that walk this earth.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
