I'm starting to think there's a problem... everyone keeps covering my mouth. I sigh and make no attempt to move, biting my tongue. Well... I have been taking that medicine the hospital gave me...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt