I’ve been having a headache for sometime now
It’s probably everything foreshaken that reminds me not to smile
It’s probably the footsteps kicking at the door of who I used to be
My head hangs low to avoid the sun
My tone is to soothe my thoughts
I’m exhausted by my thoughts
Everlasting running so rapid
The lifestyle I tend to live seems to be oh very tragic, but it builds me
Suffrage has given me the courage to have the guts
I own it
