problems surface.
what's the purpose?
is it worth it?
do I deserve this?
my mind is flooding.
I saw this coming.
I'll stop for nothing.
'cause I'm not running.
with everything I gave I still have nothing to show.
what do I do when I have no control?
I lost count of times I've had to crawl to my feet.
how hard does this always have to be?
life cuts into me and spits in my face.
it tears away at parts of me and puts them in graves.
it knocks me down. there's no way out.
but, I'll fight to get back up with all of the strength in my veins.
I'll bend but I won't fold.
although I've sunk so low, I can beat the heat I can handle the cold.