I don't hang out with people that are gonna get me in trouble.

I just write from how I feel. As an outlet.

I've been down a long road, but I promise you, it gets better.

I've been beaten, I've been bruised, I was left for dead as well.

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?