I'm worn out, from inside out...
This could be funny, except that it isn't. Maybe ironic, but I can't bring mysefl to make a joke on it. Cause it's all my own goddam fault.
I'm owner of my own life, my own destiny, and even so, I let me self be dragged out by situations, I let me self stumble and step back. I have to crawl back to get to my feet, every single time I need to
I wonder why? why is it so hard to keep a steady rhythm? why is so easy for me to let myself fall once and all over, again and again in the same shit I kept on doing when I was younger? the same shit I grow up learning from my elders, the same shit I decided I didn't wanted for me.
Why is so fucking hard, to leave those mistakes behind, and to stop ourselfs from doing over and over, it until we are all worn out... until is to fucking late to do something, until is to fucking late to do anything...
Yet, is not to late for me, is never to late (those who want us to buy that crap, oh boy do know what they are doing)
I grip onto the people around me and even if I'm not fine, I'm not good at all, I know I will. I fucking will!!
I'm owner of my own life, my own destiny, and even so, I let me self be dragged out by situations, I let me self stumble and step back. I have to crawl back to get to my feet, every single time I need to
I wonder why? why is it so hard to keep a steady rhythm? why is so easy for me to let myself fall once and all over, again and again in the same shit I kept on doing when I was younger? the same shit I grow up learning from my elders, the same shit I decided I didn't wanted for me.
Why is so fucking hard, to leave those mistakes behind, and to stop ourselfs from doing over and over, it until we are all worn out... until is to fucking late to do something, until is to fucking late to do anything...
Yet, is not to late for me, is never to late (those who want us to buy that crap, oh boy do know what they are doing)
I grip onto the people around me and even if I'm not fine, I'm not good at all, I know I will. I fucking will!!