“I know I’m often told
That there’s a pot of gold
But I don’t see a fucking rainbow and my coffee’s cold
I know I should be grateful
I know I’m good and able
But I don’t have the strength to get up from the kitchen table…”
I was made to slay them
Ten thousand hours I’m so damn close I can taste it
On some Malcolm Gladwell, David Bowie meets Kanye shit
This is dedication
A life lived for art is never a life wasted
Ten thousand
Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants
Ten thousands ants, they carry me
The first time I heard this song on the radio I had to pull over. It pulled the breath right from my lungs. And at times like this, It helps me remember that no matter how bad the NOW seems it’ll never be as bad as the shit I’ll still have to face.
Let the fucked up shit make you strong.
You are my everything every day
You ruin me in all the right ways
When I break down
You make me feel strong
When I lose my music
You help me find a new song.
Stand up and sing it if you feel it ladies!
“And everytime you speak her name dose she know how you told me you’d hold me untill you die?
Pray you’re still alive.”
