SUMMER OF HATE
There’s so much more to this than you’ll ever know, it picks us up from the moment we’re thrown, so here’s to the fight that kept this alive. here’s to misled youth, here’s to the rest of our lives.
SUMMER OF HATE
Tied down and torn, I watched my summer just pass me by, with those familiar feelings coming back to haunt, anxiety is building up, my minds in fucking pieces, and it gets harder every day, staring down at a loosened cast feeling like the next 8 months will never pass, something like this was long overdue, ‘I should count myself lucky’ through these years, all those times, my fears were only seconds behind, it finally caught me, and I’ve been longing ever since, just to feel a sense of progress, it’s just so useless, I just can’t take it anymore, I’ve been looking for ways to pass the time, since that day in June where it all went wrong, desperate to feel the slightest movement, and the streets passing beneath me, they’ve been the best years of my life, I know you think it isn’t much, but nothing else comes close.
