Heart From The Heartless

Frustration overwhelms me. nothing left but this empty feeling. rejection from the very same thing that gave me definition. so i’ll bite the hand that feeds me, fight the hand that bleeds me, break the hand that cheats me me. you will never defeat me. i would rather stand and fight without a chance at all than wait around for these “so called” friends to break my fall. you pass your judgement on me when it’s you whose buckling at the knees. we’ll bite the hand that feeds us, feeds us. we’ll fight the hand that bleeds us, bleeds us. we’ll break the hand that cheats us, cheats us. you’ll never defeat us. we are stronger and we fight harder than any makeshift martyr. such an arrogant elite, just begging to be heard. you scream word after hollow word but now it’s our turn. i’ve been there too. alone in a crowded room and they’re all laughing at you. a room full of rolling eyes and self doubt. narrow minds and big mouths. you’re not in this alone and you don’t have to feel that you are. we’re what separates the heart from the heartless, so we’ll push forward regard less of the consequence. we’re what separates the heart from the heartless, so we’ll keep pushing regardless