Outside looking down on me.
Outside the loop there's so much more...

How could I be?
How could I be?
How could I be?
How could I be better late than Dead?

I am more than a noise to beat...
Stepping through moving pasts, collectively...

How could I be?
How could I be?
How could I be?
How could I be better late than dead?

Some people wrestle with their personal Demons.

I stabbed mine in the back of the head.

He was a bleeder.

The thing is, I think it was what alchoholics call an Epiphany.

Except, I'm more a Rageaholic. So, y'know, the face-stabbing.

But, let's face it. This is a fantasy setting. Internal conflics always have external metaphors.

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TO make it through, and accomplish my final wish, I can tell NO ONE of my plans.

I'll have to wear a mask, and no matter how bat it sucks, I'll have to hold it on.

Just long enough to die.

Sick of the day to day slavery?

Sick of the drama?

Sick of the dead ends?

Sick of being the doormat?

Sick of watching your world spiral downward?

Sick of being pressured to be anything but genuine?

Sick of the bullshit?

Join me.

Be The Resistance.

Coming Soon.

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Wow...apparently saying hello has evolved ( Read more... )

I hear a voice speaking softly amidst the breathing ( Read more... )

Some people just LOVE their mess.

They never wanna leave it.

Fuk 'em, I'm done.

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Alot of a...sharks out there...try'na take a bite of somethin'
That's hot
Lot of chameleons out there...try'na change up
Anytime somethin' new comes along...everybody wants a bite
Don't happen overnight

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I'm left, here at the end, with three things.....

My Daughter
My Music
My Love ife

I'm a horrible father...I have no talent, most of my friends IGNORE my music...and I am a horrid boyfriend.

Maybe all those people were right. Maybe I'm destined to fail.