Portraits Of Past The Song With The Slow Part
This is what is. This is really important. This is what
is. This is useless. I’m wasting my time. I’m wasting
myself. I won’t bleed for nothing, because to me this is
something. I won’t turn myself inside out for your
pleasure. And I don’t want this just to be background
noise. This is something. This is what runs in my veins.
I put a lot into this. I get a lot out. Out of myself –
out of what I do. I live for this.
