Hate

Bright lights and blurred sights
Unrested, lost faith, holy shit this sour taste is keeping me from everything
Your happiness and fucking success
Unkept, no faith this awful state I can’t escape is keeping me from living
without this pain
Fuck
«Like the tide and waves, growing slowly in range»
The same old lines are in need of a change
Trade in your sunlight for a career
«To sing the blues you’ve got to live the tune, and carry on»
And live your life while adding to the news