Never really felt afraid before
Couldn't even care about the fall
Better bide your time, embrace the storm
Or coward in the corner, a stray animal
I'm so SICK!
Of slowing down and coming to an end
Until we're dead
And when it stops
It won't pick up again
I'm leaving
There's a tendency to complicate our lives till all we do is hate the choices that we've come to make
I am not afraid of changing things but no one cares if you're not king of the life that you have made for yourself