Life to me is struggle that I try to push and make it everyday, but to others life is happiness and joy threw their lifetime, or showing everyone your name or face in the history book when you're dead because he/she pushed forward others to get where they are now or were.
Life of solitude is a sign of self hatred and doom cause i'm all alone in a quiet room writing down song’s while rocking along thinking if ill die now or later maybe by my brother maybe by my saver i’d daydream that i was walking down a dark and sad road seeing my memories of despair then a glow came upon at the end of the tunnelly road it was reality  i ran back deeper into the darkness cause if ill die alone least ill die happliy if i could draw with no interruptions and dream without ending is the life i want to be spending