Why not stand up, pump your fists in the air, and scream like a maniac? -
now I'm told that this is life, that pain is just a simple comprimise so we can get what we want out of it. Would someone care to classify a broken heart and some twisted minds so I can find someone to rely on?
The only truth I know is my own.
I'm secretly afraid of clowns. But it's not a secret now...dang.
The thing is, our generation, we fight every day to get through life.
People who are 'different' are usually the ones that end up making a difference in the world.