Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum.In this world I own nothing to no one, live by the days or however your money's spent.
Talent's a common thing but I haven't seemed to find mine yet. I’ve ridden my insecurities all the way to a place called destiny. I’ve crawled on my hands and my knees to find a place that fits me. I’ve been ashamed... I’ve failed… felt pathetic... It should have broke me but I wouldn't let it... Don't let anyone tell you it’s not where you’re from it’s where you’re at, I’ve spent my life escaping and I always wind up coming back. I’ve spent my whole life searching to find everything is fake, and I gotta say that I’m not sorry… not sorry that I can’t relate.
I'm a martyr without a cause, stripped of all my pride.
The same pride they won't let me lay down and die.
Alone and exposed to the bone, stripped of all my skin.
The same skin I've been hiding myself in.
Plagued with thorns in my side, age showed by scars in my mind.
You can't judge me.
You've never laid in the beds that I've made.
Don't talk to me about being afraid.
You've never died the ways that I've died.
What do you know about speaking to God?
You've never roamed the homes that I've roamed,
using your body to shield your soul.Amat victoria curam.
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