Tekst:
the time is now, but why does it feel like i am praying catch up with everythingG? hopes that once were on fire are now doused by the lack of effort maintaining a certain image all for the benefit of others, but this is me, i scream surrounded by things that matter, things that are real people would kill to be where others are surrounded by things that matter, things that are real questions arise quicker than i could ever answer a place in your heart is all i ever wanted, wishing something would stick pen to paper, a simple task that requires a thought so deep, so profound, no one would believe
