September 2008
So clever, whatever, I'm done with these endeavors Alone I'll walk the winding way (here I stay) It's over, no longer, I feel it growing stronger I live to die another day, until I fade away Why give
Bra text? I don't need your forgiveness I don't need your hate I don't need your acceptance So what should I do I don't need your resistance I don't need your prayers I don't need no religion I don't