I don't hold anything to you
I don't waste nothing for you
Hail above the rest of the cold
Bittersweet years and the people
Where have you seen me
Touch them to be able to see
Hide the truth from me
I bet you just want to see
The shatter proof glass of me
I am resistant I am the resistance
I want to do this on my own
Renew my feet so I can keep going
You want to take this from me
Take it
Take me
Take this
YOU ARE READING
random writings.
Randoma collection of poetry, lyrics and random pieces of philosophy that have been extracted from my vocabulary.
