(no subject)
i got a
heart full of pain/head full of stress
handful of anger/held in my chest
and everything left is a waste of time
i hate my rhymes
[but hate everyone elses more]
i'm riding on the back of this pressure
guessing that it's better
i can't keep myself together
because all of this stress
gave me something to write on
the pain gave me something
i could set my sights on
you never forget the blood sweat and tears
the uphill struggle over years
the fear and trash talking
and the people it was to
and the people that started it just like you
i got a
heart full of pain/head full of stress
handful of anger/held in my chest
uphill strugle/blood sweat and tears
nothing to gain/everything to fear
Linkin Park/Meteora #11. nobody's listening
heart full of pain/head full of stress
handful of anger/held in my chest
and everything left is a waste of time
i hate my rhymes
[but hate everyone elses more]
i'm riding on the back of this pressure
guessing that it's better
i can't keep myself together
because all of this stress
gave me something to write on
the pain gave me something
i could set my sights on
you never forget the blood sweat and tears
the uphill struggle over years
the fear and trash talking
and the people it was to
and the people that started it just like you
i got a
heart full of pain/head full of stress
handful of anger/held in my chest
uphill strugle/blood sweat and tears
nothing to gain/everything to fear
Linkin Park/Meteora #11. nobody's listening