my life is in that book of mine, everything I've thought of is along those lines, I'm so sensitive, people break me down like I'm a glass bottle being smashed, yeah, people say that God helps you but for me it's like he leaves me on deliver, why am I the one that's always getting declined, all the struggles I go through, all the paths that I've taken, they have all led me to a place that just makes me insecure and reckless, I'm just a reckless piece of crumpled up paper.