Texty: Kill Your Idols. Another Great Start to a Miserable Day.

out here far from home. across the fruited plains. dig my soul for peace. only to find pain. i now realize no one gives a fuck. and life is based on what you do. theres no such thing as luck. you say you want to see whats on my mind? well guess what you may not like what you find. will i live to see another day? is anybody really there for me? no one to call. no one to write. my own desicion to walk away or fight. i'll make the best of it and conquer everyday. i'll do the best i can cause thats my only way. the school of lifes experience has taught me not to trust. for few have got the will to turn away from lust. impatient geed and selfish wants. outweighing any loyalties. now i travel all alone because i dont want your sympathies. you say you want to see whats on my mind? well guess what? you may not like what you'll find. will i live to see another day? is anybody really there for me? no one to call. no one to write. my own desicion to walk away or fight. i'll make the best of it and conquer everyday. i'll do the best i can cause thats my only way. so here i am again all alone. at the beginning of a long and winding road. as many thoughts for every mile to go. beat on sneakers with worn down soles. for every memory i keep inside. i'll remember all the times i tried. ill remember all the times you lied. i'll remember all the times i cried...