I feel the madness creeping slowly. Loved by many I'm still lonely.
If I can make it out, anyone can make it out!
I we are born to die and we all die to live, then what's the point of living life if it just contradicts?
The best measure of success, is how you deal with failure
I think it's a sacrifice that you have to make, because you lay yourself open for people to accuse and disrespect you. But it's worth it. It's worth it because not too many people are too honest anymore.
I just write from how I feel. As an outlet.