Strength
Live my life by three rules, one: never quit
Never give up, two, three, never be a bitch
Never switch, same dude I ever was
Only difference I grew up, something you've never done
I can't sit back and watch the clock tick
Time bomb, life is not shit if you watch it
Empty mind, television up loud, no
Empty lies, never give 'em no time, so
Walk the land, no matter what the sky brings
Storm clouds don't give a fuck about timing
Nature's poems could care less about a rhyming
Hunters prey, embrace death without crying
Quit your whining, the world never cared
No one would give a fuck if you were never here
"Fuck you" if you wanna know me, the motto
The only thing I really know? bottom of a bottle
But I don't mean it on some sad shit
I'm living life like it's mine, like I'm massive
Rock star shit, only difference I don't have fans
Stick your hand out to shake? I act like I don't have hands
Cause I don't wanna know you, I'm on my own road
Shit is Hidden, something you never will and don't know
Keep my enemies close, and as for the friends?
I don't have them, so quit the asking
A couple close to me are more than that, more than imagined
But as for the other six billion? fuckin' blast 'em
Alone is where I get my strength from
Not another sad song (Or) crybaby deep poem
Never give up, two, three, never be a bitch
Never switch, same dude I ever was
Only difference I grew up, something you've never done
I can't sit back and watch the clock tick
Time bomb, life is not shit if you watch it
Empty mind, television up loud, no
Empty lies, never give 'em no time, so
Walk the land, no matter what the sky brings
Storm clouds don't give a fuck about timing
Nature's poems could care less about a rhyming
Hunters prey, embrace death without crying
Quit your whining, the world never cared
No one would give a fuck if you were never here
"Fuck you" if you wanna know me, the motto
The only thing I really know? bottom of a bottle
But I don't mean it on some sad shit
I'm living life like it's mine, like I'm massive
Rock star shit, only difference I don't have fans
Stick your hand out to shake? I act like I don't have hands
Cause I don't wanna know you, I'm on my own road
Shit is Hidden, something you never will and don't know
Keep my enemies close, and as for the friends?
I don't have them, so quit the asking
A couple close to me are more than that, more than imagined
But as for the other six billion? fuckin' blast 'em
Alone is where I get my strength from
Not another sad song (Or) crybaby deep poem
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Writer(s): Andrew Terwilliger
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