I know it hurts like hell But the body always finds a way to heal itself. We've evolved to deal with pain, physical or emotional. I fight with my conscious over things that I'll fuck up next Then become a recluse in self-defense. At least that's what I tell myself.
Whatever this is I've yet to perfect it. I've been coughing up bullshit since I can remember. So tell me how you live life without breaking down And yelling fuck you to yourself.
I guess I haven't changed. I'm still over-dramatic but stuck on the past instead of the future. And I found a gray hair today, So here's a toast to all the things I'll never see, feel, say, or hear again. They make me who I am.