Brooks

Everyone's running around like they got someplace to be, but Guess I'm doing pretty good right here Why we in a hurry, overcome by the worry Hating on a life in the need of a story Doing alright with a hint of the darkness Doing alright, can't argue with the heartless Filling a void with shit-colored roses and smiles I've been at this for a while, why do onlookers think that I'm entitled I abide by life, live in the minds of the people who fight Live and we die, I guess that I won't burn in silence Reject all the lies and the promises I got a solemn wish, I got a problem with Living I guess it all just moves a little too fast for some of us And I'm one of them