Sometimes I feel like
There's someone better inside of me
And she's buried in this giant amount
Of pressure that I make.
A piece of me is burning
To go beyond what I am
and what I do
But
I can't hear it
Because of the noise in my daily life.
I have come to learn
With pain and pleasure
To make every stumble
A bridge to the real me
Of course
Somedays I fail.
But I try.
Oh man,
How I have been trying...
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like
There's someone better inside of me
And she's buried in this giant amount
Of pressure that I make.
A piece of me is burning
To go beyond what I am
and what I do
But
I can't hear it
Because of the noise in my daily life.
I have come to learn
With pain and pleasure
To make every stumble
A bridge to the real me
Of course
Somedays I fail.
But I try.
Oh man,
How I have been trying...
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