Scatter Brained.

So much passion and so many words and oh there is nothing in this world I wouldn't give to speak them to nations.

If there was a glimpse of what you all could feel, of what chance no one ever takes, of what we all know we should do but we're stuck inside our heads.... if there was a glimpse of what we all know we need, a glimpse of that feeling, I'd put it into fire and let you all burn in it. That fire of pushing through our insecurities, and our complaints, to be lucky we're alive. I'd take the fire and pour it down their throats. There's always a reason that we choose to ignore. And there's always a rule that we put behind doors. No one has insides that are exactly the same, but I see most living on clichés and what we think we're supposed to say or do. My youth around me is fading away in disappointment. I have love for all the world with it's flaws and it's hatred and everything we wish it was.