Apparently I’m going to be playing guitar for a Kid Dynamite cover set. All I have to say is this:
Just how many are there on my side? A calendar filled up with sleepless nights keeps time, afraid of what it may have left behind. Who cares? I’ve thought about it all too many times. What’s worse is that my self esteem suffers a curse, it tries to kill me but I kill it first. I’m coming alive through you. Today I found a friend in who I am, who promises to be there ‘till the end. Of what? When it’s over will it start again? CAN’T WORRY ABOUT IT OR LIFE BECOMES TO CROWDED WITH PANIC, I’LL PANIC, AND THEN I’LL START TO DOUBT IT, IT’S NOT WORTH IT, SO FUCK IT! NOT GONNA WALK AROUND IT, I’LL FACE IT, I’LL SMASH IT, I’M NOT GONNA LOSE AGAIN. I’M COMING ALIVE, ALIVE THROUGH YOU I’M COMING ALIVE, ALIVE THROUGH YOU I’M COMING ALIVE, ALIVE THROUGH YOU I’M COMING ALIVE, ALIVE THROUGH YOU.
