I refuse to let past bruises cover the light. It ain't all good, but it's all good enough so I know I'm alright
I'm a live wire in a dead world.
I can only build if I tear the walls down, even if it breaks me I won't let it make me frown, I'm falling but no matter how hard I hit the ground, I'll still smile
I write with my past, about the future, for the present
Empathy is the poor man's cocaine, and love is just a chemical by any other name
There's so much world to see, what's stopping you from flying free?