Attitude Has a Price Tag
So you say to yourself: I will be brutally honest. I'm going to follow my instincts as purely as I can sense them. I will make no compromise when it comes to edges. I will not hide the rough side under layers of velvety charm. I will not be the good guy. And I'll gladly stand alone, if needs be, as long as I remain authentic.
Then you stumble upon someone that gels and connects with that. That gets your ferocious side guarding your kindness. That gets how the crazy makes the flame bright lighter. And you think to yourself: I might just have gotten lucky. Seriously lucky.
Then she's out of the game.
The reasons don't matter. Facts. Paths now start to diverge. Left almost empty handed now, that statement "And I'll gladly stand alone, if needs be, as long as I remain authentic." running a million miles an hour inside your thought chamber.
Screw it. It's true. It's truth or nothing. C'est la vie.
Keep walking tall.
Then you stumble upon someone that gels and connects with that. That gets your ferocious side guarding your kindness. That gets how the crazy makes the flame bright lighter. And you think to yourself: I might just have gotten lucky. Seriously lucky.
Then she's out of the game.
The reasons don't matter. Facts. Paths now start to diverge. Left almost empty handed now, that statement "And I'll gladly stand alone, if needs be, as long as I remain authentic." running a million miles an hour inside your thought chamber.
Screw it. It's true. It's truth or nothing. C'est la vie.
Keep walking tall.