How long before my dignity is reclaimed?
It's not hard to feel afraid and insecure. I still fight an inner-critic voice, definitely. I hear it a lot.
In my life, anyway, anytime that I judge something to be rigidly right or wrong, it comes from fear.
I'll keep evolving and put that into my songs.
How about not equating death with stopping?
Why are you so petrified of silence, here can you handle this? Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines or when you think you're gonna die? Or did you long for the next distraction.