Tekster:
End Of A Year

in though Not on my soul I will not be broken down into dust Into the coward whose life fell short Overcoming the adversity I am not a disease I am not a

of church, failing of family. Ugly, stupid, voices rambling. Saw a couple with child, I wondered why and right then decided- my neck hates chains around it. Saw a

your life, man, that shit comes right back and it bites you. My tenth grade teacher told me, "Only pick the fights you know you can win." A coward heart

I would pay to feel fulfilled I would pay to be fulfilled Something fell from the sky and bit me A circle of sadness I enjoyed having Grew too tight and walled me in A

dressed like a wolfs My reply, "No thank you, I'm good." Is there any good Idea lame assholes won't steal? Not that I've seen. Is there a single thing

straight Into high traffic. Walk 8 years back to our shitty flat. Stark white walls and overhead lighting. A hard sell. A high-rate. A hot time. A

forfeit ambition for anyone or supposed love? Am I a fool to believe love wouldn't ask me to leave behind the things I enjoy in life? Or is to commit a

Give me a call when your marriage dissolves. Dial my phone when the family stalls. Reach out for me when you've nothing at all. I'll be reaching right

report of a wintry mix. And here's the twist: I torched your coat. Grandpa died on far-off frontlines, But that's not the end for me. I much prefer warmth