We all take pain
In its purest form
Straight to the vein
Tattered and worn
We are reborn
They say Saints are only sinners
Who kept on trying
But we're all dying
Trying to lick the sore
There is no good
No bad
There is No right
no wrong
We are what we are
Don't judge where we belong.
it is what it is.
And We all bleed.
Sounds like Equanimity
To me.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
We all take pain
In its purest form
Straight to the vein
Tattered and worn
We are reborn
They say Saints are only sinners
Who kept on trying
But we're all dying
Trying to lick the sore
There is no good
No bad
There is No right
no wrong
We are what we are
Don't judge where we belong.
it is what it is.
And We all bleed.
Sounds like Equanimity
To me.
