Text: Kid Dynamite. Shorter, Faster, Louder. Pits & Poisoned Apples.

If i never had a point, then what am i driving home? i push through all the bullshit just waiting for the fall. give an inch... you want a foot. i can't take it. not at this time in my life. it's not enough for me to be who i am. it's never enough for you to try to understand. so, i'll stop trying to prove something that i can't, cause i'll never get through to you