Just expressing myself with words
I won't surrender, I don't mind regrets.
Through the tough times, I'll turn out the best.
Trying to find some peace, but my mind's a mess.
Running out of room, for stitches on my broken heart.
All of the blood that spills, I like to call that art.
Making the best of the worst, trying to find why it doesn't hurt.
Because I know very well that it should.
I've grown to be immune to pain, after all that I've been through.
It might look like a movie, but this right here is true.
I keep my head high, and my shoulders strong.
For these are the shoulders, that the world rests on.
To a cold life, I've fallen victim.
As a young man, I must carry on.
I have an option, and I decide to be strong.
I appreciate my life, as fucked up as it is.
I will make my point, by proving
It isn't ever time
To give in