I've always been the kind to fake it till you make it. But life be so hard sometimes I just can't take it.
When experiences pile up it's bound to make you jaded. Nobody cares about the hand you’re dealt, just the way you played it.
Underrated, negated and hella frustrated! Got my sincere spirit feeling out dated, and the colors I used to bleed looking faded.
Is this the picture my expectations painted?
Is it possible to start over clean slated? Surrender my identity or recreate it?
When it’s all said and done, do you want to look back on life and hate it? I rather look down and celebrate the fact that I made it!