What really bothers me, what gets me mad, is when people don't know the story, but then pretend like they know the story. That's what bothers me. That's what makes me mad.
I've been down a long road, but I promise you, it gets better.
Karma is real, it balances the universe.
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.
Only a handful of people are honest when they sing. A lot of people sing about very vague things, or they'll sing about someone breaking up with them, but a lot of people don't go too deep into their past and stuff, because they don't want it to be let out. I just do it anyway.