It hurts, it hurts, I want to scream but I'm tired with low energy.

I want to help others, I'm going to help others, I want to help people that I achieve there goal

But something or someone is getting in my way itself. It's the past. I don't know what's harder, moving on or letting it go.

Fame isn't worth it, they put you over the edge poking you with a stick, the past and the future makes you worry the most.

We're all puppets playing along for the audience, this isn't how I supposed to like it.

Case is close for the morning