Testo di Statistic

Stop and brace yourself because this is going to hurt, brick walls dont bend, (struck by) the realization that this road ends, ill hold my breath and wait for whatever it is that ill get in return for all my years of letting go. I hope that its worth it. so forget about all of your "maybes" and "somedays" and settle in to a life of staring into the eyes of just getting by. collapse into the arms of defeat. does innocence die at age 21? surrounded by walls of expectations. the working class greets with open arms, and as i embrace my memory fades. where did the past three years go? as i look back all i see is just a shadow of who i used to be. now i feel like just another face in the crowd.