I know it hurts like hell
But the body always finds a way to heal itself.
We've evolved to deal with pain, physical or emotional.
I fight with my conscious over things that I'll f*ck up
next
Then become a recluse in self-defense.
At least that's what I tell myself.
Whatever this is I've yet to perfect it.
I've been coughing up bullshit since I can remember.
So tell me how you live life without breaking down
And yelling f*ck you to yourself.
I guess I haven't changed.
I'm still over-dramatic but stuck on the past instead of
the future.
And I found a gray hair today,
So here's a toast to all the things
I'll never see, feel, say, or hear again.
They make me who I am.