I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like; and right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe. I can't breathe, but I still fight all I can fight; as long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight.
'Cause when push comes to shove, you'll taste what you're made of. You might bend 'till you break, cause it's all you can take. On your knees you look up, decide you've had enough. You get mad, you get strong, wipe your hands and shake it off, then you stand.
I HATE when people judge you because of the bands you admire. I have my tastes and you have yours. You like a band because the lead singer because they're "hot" or whatever. I like a band because they're inspiring and their music actually means more to me than a song you dance to in a night club when you're off your face. So no, i won't stop listening to "bad" music. If this is what you call "bad music" well then i guess, bring on the badness!