Everyone is temporary They want you to fail Matter of fact there is no one around you that routes for your success and that's a problem If diamonds are made under pressure Why is it that I feel broken Like ants under feet Being stomped on faily I'm crushed There's gotta be a rhyme to reason The pain Unbelievable But it ***** not having someone in your corner That's how i always **** myself over
Glass is fragile and so are bonds. Both can be shattered
Everything has a season and a sense of vulnerability