They only gave you hate, it only lasts forever They only hold you down when they see you fall They’ll yank your stupid leash, so you’re not achieving nothing They’re the man you had to pay you’ll never fuckin win
I’ve learned a little something about myself recently. Not a very big fan of nostalgia. Somewhat bittersweet. I’m stoked on making 2014 a year of memories nonetheless. Writing more, I feel more creative and I feel more motivated. This sudden surge of optimism shows that I really want make moves. Keep up or be left behind.