My pride is no longer inside. It's on my sleeve. My skin will scream, reminding me of who I killed inside my dream. I hate this car that I'm driving. There's no hiding for me. I'm forced to deal with what I feel. There is no distraction to mask what is real.
Faith is to be awake and to be awake is for us to think and for us to think is to be alive and I will try with every rhyme to come across like I am Dying to let you know you need to try to think~Car Radio