I am here with my throat slit, I'm screaming "it caught up to me." Disregarding the truth. Taking back roads, the easy route, is not who I want to be. I'm sick of pushing shit away and expecting it to fade. People use rope and sills and guns and pills, but I'm fine without their aid. No more turning away and hoping it will change. I gotta buck up, shut the fuck up and fight through the pains.
And it's never been enough to just give up and die. I'll fight for what I want so I can say I tried. With my soul in a muck. With these friends to break my shackles I will never be stuck. Never stuck.
We've all got our sob story. Quit crying and face responsibility. Don't blame negativity on anything but yourself. My body is here, but my spirit is absent. I'm stuck in seclusion no bail set to happen. Tried just running away, but that didn't work yesterday. Live with my verity, live with sincerity now. Live with sincerity now. Heart strings pulled on, sad things don't phase me. We'll fight away the fears, mop up all the tears, ring out all the sick and authenticate what's dear.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
