Found myself screaming in a hotel room. I didn't want to self-destruct.
We're all human at the end of the day, making mistakes. But learn from them is the key.
We look so much on color that we forget about the soul.
The times that we are in, it's something that you can only feel in the air. You don't even have to talk about it. You don't need the news or the Internet to watch it. You can walk outside and just feel it.
But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself ?
Poetic justice, poetic justice.. if I told you that a flower bloom in a dark room would you trust it. I mean I write poems in these songs.