When the sun breaks through the clouds , our faces will turn to smiles from their previous pouts.
Living in a world where most beauty is sheilded by the overcast its hard to not have these doubts.
Optimism is a blessing and a curse...
Living each day in hope for the best, but painfully aware of what is worst.
I struggle daily seeing light beneath all life, yet it seems choosing ignorance is mans final plight.
With our hearts breaking the waters and our eyes to the sky ...
I pray to whoever's out there that they save you and I.
There is a rapture occuring every time we sink beneath these waves.
Suffocating our ambitions underneath the foamy spray of uncontrollable external conditions.
Life's a beach and I've got sand in my ass.
But I still manage to soak up any knowledge that I can grasp.
Seeking the truth and to expand my understanding
Is the single thing that will help me recoup
My losses, all counted for ... the bridges burned, bitches turned, snitches talking bout things that they think they earned.
I'm so over it
Im fucking over it.
I'm so over it.
Cry your self a river, but don't forget to learn to swim.
I understand who I am, better believe I don't just act on a whim.
But sometimes you gotta throw caution to the winds, hands to the sky, let your trigger finger go crooked and don't question me "why?".
