The sun will rise again if missed today while dreaming. Missed chances only matter in memories. Sometimes the blisters on my feet serve as reminders
that never left the home I left behind. The world is just a reflection of how I see. A projection of the ugliness and hat I live and breathe. Some things
What do you expect me to be? Some kind of Shepard for the fucking sheep? You're looking in the wrong direction. I never claimed to have all of the answers
There are so many problems that we come here to escape but find you looking for a good fight. We've had enough of you. You cheap shots only separate
This ship was sailing wayward until I found direction and it scares me to think of where I would have ended up alone. Age eighteen. So much to prove.
On the front lines fighting moral wars. Your nobility is a fucking shame. You've never felt the pain of broken lives and broken homes or seen the slums
Driving west. Burning daylight and gasoline. I know now what we're running from. I know why we scream. Feeling fate, growing up, getting old. As if by
"When the mode of the music changes, the walls of the city shake." A single act of defiance is a crime. When we continue our crimes we'll decide the
like wine when the wine is flowing. But it's not you I see behind those eyes. I don't want this chemical love. I don't want this lie. Another sentiment
What do your words mean when you can't say that you really think because you're too afraid to fight to stand up for what you believe? You cover with
I'm at the threshold between chapters of my life deciding the price of turning the page. How much more? How much time? Trying in figure out what I stand
Splinters buried to the bone. Headaches like aneurysms - One can only hope. Nightmares ever harder to control. Always in the back of my mind. Never letting
Detach yourself because it's just easier not to think about the things you see. Another gruesome image reminds you to be afraid. Don't question. How
we have. I miss the fire that once inspired me. Fill my fucking lungs with concrete. Force-feed me unforgiving honesty. Prove to me that I would rather breathe
they said were words designed to manipulate you. Have you ever been so afraid that you might not have the strength to hold on 'til you the morning to face another
