Isnt it so much like me
To always be writing for everyone...

I poured so much
audacity into my...

To only talk in metaphors
would be like giving a voice...

This lust for life
of mine...

The pen trembled
in my hand, he feared...

I see your holding on to my hand,
As if you're never going to let go...

Its going to be a dry night,
At least for me...

I made it to the end of the tunnel, and there was...
There was just me and a recurring dream of losing...

There is a fire
inside my stomach...

Nowadays,
nothing seems impossible...

Have a road ahead of me
that i know will hurt...

You tend to hide your eyes
from mine, but I always find...