For all the sleepless nights and all the endless days I just can’t wait. I may as well have paid for it, and let my veins take all the pain from it. I’ve never wrote a note that didn’t have a purpose, never sketched a word that didn’t deserve it. I’ve never made a promise of lyrical stature that I couldn’t keep. My writings getting faster and faster. My fingers are crumbling away at this disaster on a fret board, from my vocal chords. The dusts of my fingers are compiling and deriving from my inspiration’s to take form as a creation of pure love and hate and it’s come take my shame away. Thanks to the times when I wished I was blind, and thanks to the moments where it took time to realize that yea, this is really happening. Never forget how this wasn’t easy, always forgive the ones who wouldn’t let it be. I’ve never met a friend who didn’t leave a dent on me. I’ve never wrote a note that didn’t have a purpose, never sketched a word that didn’t deserve it. I may as well have paid for this, and let my veins take all the pain from it.
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