And what the f** do I know? But broken hearts, some unsung songs. I never had it hard enough so i drag my feet as much as i can. The product of excuses. Brave only compared to some. I consider myself a lucky kid, but I'm pretty good at f**ing up.
Young, angry and white. A victim of the middle cla**. So much to prove. So much to say. When will I be done screaming? Never take me seriously, cause who the f** I am. Just some awkward kid from a sh**ty town no different from any of you.
Quick with exaggeration. Philosopher to some. But a story teller to anyone. Who, is truly listening. I'm inspired by the face that i still get out of bed. I'm over dramatic most of the time. Attention who*e, known to be ill tempered. I got a way with f**ing words