Skyward

Just some lyrics i scribbled down.

Pull me, push me, Hate me or love me

Inspire me to make my nothings into something

So one day while I'm making music, One of you will choose it

and Lose it once you figure out how good I'm actually doing

Is it true, that the best things are made under stress

Because if that's the key to success i might as well be crowned one of the best

You can always hear the beat of my chest, I can only hear the beat of whats next

I was heated, Sitting still, Started glowing, getting real

Suicide wasn't my plan until I found the pill

So then, when i exploded, Started shooting, Didn't see a dawn

I shot up to be a star for everyone to wish upon.

I was dead, No breathing

Sisters on the bedside

Now i'm alive

Waiting to heat up again

Life may indifferent to you

But for me, It will never be the same.