I don't know if I should just park the clutch,move forward or just back up,but I can tell you what it's like to earn it,they don't really know,all this hate,we don't deserve it, depression we just here we serve it, mental illness it's really hard to curve it. "my time is a pain in the making, hoping most mistake me,cause I will make it,you see no one knows,but I don't feel that cool,meds took something I can't control it,you should know that I just wanna hold you,and never let go,never let go,till the clutch says I'm not hopeless". I may just bump the clutch , realize my girl is way more than just my crutch,we both tough, we've touched the darkest hells,and she helped me look up,well reach the brightest heavens,go out for lunch,and it's just a hunch ,I'll still be lower than low,till we pop the clutch