Texty: Conditions. Other. Better Life.

When I drive to fast and hit a wall, or drink myself to the hospital, i'm the only one to blame...and as sirens haunt my city streets, and though that sound is after me, calmly I await the change...so don't wait for the world to get better...you're gonna waste the time you have...and you won't get it back...when you fall, when you break, when you wish you didn't feel...keep your head, don't forget, it's the pain that makes us real...I know most of the time, it's hard to keep in mind, from lessons learned...comes better life...when I play too hard and break my bones, depress myself to the lowest lows, I'm the only one to blame...cause the choice is mine and mine alone, and I choose to learn as I go, clarity will come from pain...my understanding of the world feels broken...and it's demanding my immediate attention...you're looking up, believing you will leave your problems below...forget what you believe, use what you know.......