Musically I reach out and it's like there's water in front of me, and it pushes it right back to me. Trying to get shows, trying to be heard. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing wrong.
Its not even music, it's photography. I make these small pushes and I start getting somewhere but then I'm 20 steps back to the fucking beginning.
I feel like there's a rope hanging from my neck down to my chest. Tightening with every damn step I take its holding me at this position, if i go too far I can't breathe.
What am I doing so fucking wrong here???
I'm so close to an edge, I know there's people who do care, who see it, but that's where the length of the rope ends!
I've been silenced by the loves of my life, Dignity out of question there's a sacrifice, I've been isolated while the waves pushed me under, when I reached for the surface the water pushed back harder. I've fought the same battles everyone fights, but I've carried memories that weren't kind. I feel like death isn't the end of life, but just the beginning. Where the bridges I burned are made of gold, when I release the ashes from the edges, I found freedom at the palm of my hand. Violence was carried on the wings of a dove, There was no hope when it returned to us, The feathers were torn and the wings were broken, but it carried a message under its feet. I've fought the same battles everyone fights, but I've carried memories that weren't kind. I feel like death isn't the end of life, but just the beginning. Where the bridges I burned are made of gold, when I release the ashes from the edges, I found freedom at the palm of my hand.
You're everything I wanted to become. The reason why I know who I am, the reason why I sing, the reason why I write song after song while the sun comes up for only the few who listen. Because it was never about how many people were listening, but always about how you effected them. How you could personally reach to someone. Because of you I reached to people all over the world, i reached out with my own words, and my own songs. The only reason I had inspiration was because of you. Because you reached me, and I related so much. I'm lost. I'm broken. But you will always live on in me. In all of us. Thank you Linkin Park. Thank you, Mike, Chester, Joe, Brad, Dave, and Rob. Chester, may you find peace now.
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