Lungs feel like they’re ripping apart with a heavy chest, the haze is drowning the bad cough.
The worst enemy to creativity is self doubt.
Oh, I think I’m falling—can’t hold on no more. Enough is enough, enough is enough—just gotta let go. And as my grip unwinds, I feel your hand in mine. No, I never felt, never felt like this before.
Some people bring stupidity to a new height
Self improvement, invisible.
A music video with real feelings.