I never promised you anything.
You just assume of me to live up to your expectations.
And I'm tired of all your shit, expecting me to follow your fucking rules, tired of you assuming I have no voice, I'm tired of being an echo.
Good luck with your song, but I think it's time I learn to write my own. If you don't like it, fuck off, this genre of music isn't for everyone.
YOU ARE READING
°Clouded Minds°
Poetry°and there's nothing more that kills you slowly and painfully than your own mind° copyright: all rights reserved
