We all have our inner issues that we’re faced with acknowledging and evolving from. But the only way we evolve from it is by going through "the shit" of it. This is for those who have gone through or are going through "the shit."
Dark clouds, pain and strife…
escapism.
I need sunshine in my life.
For too many days, I’ve been feeling pinned down. There’s too many rides on the devil’s playground.
Walk in the door and it locks behind you. Them pretty-ass lights’ll blind you
and find you…
thinking “it must be something special over there. I can hear the screams in the air.”
But the reality is beyond belief when you get there and find they’re screaming for relief.
Oh shit! now you’re stuck on the same ride they’re on. Caught up in the same damn storm.
And so it’s on…
Pleasure for the pain. Pain after pleasure. Going insane.
Suckered like a moth to flame and looking for another fucked up ride just to maintain.
Here comes the rain.
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