Rebellion, is growing in your head, you better get out here, before you end up dead. Walk your own path, dont hang your head in shame. Are you gonna let this, let this end this way? Is this set in stone, these rules that we all live by? And are we cast alone, when taking what we need to feel alive? Can we break fucking free, from this aim of perfection? Im not for our safety, or for our protection.
These are my precious words. Thought of now, for days and days. Sometimes it's been tough, sometimes it's been hard, but we've made it through and just look what we've made.
You've got a voice, so fucking use it. Because words can break a heart, and words can break a spirit.