It’s alright, there comes a time when I’ve got no patience to search for peace of mind. Layin’ low, I want to take it slow, no more hiding or disguising truths I’ve sold.
Everyday it’s something. It hits me and it’s all so cold. You can find me sitting by myself with no excuses. Then I know its okay
I had a bad day. My hands are bruised from breaking rocks all day. I’m drained and blue, but I bleed for you. You think it’s funny? Well, you’re drowning in it too.
There's stuff out there people.... let's find it and talk about it!
