Yes, Im a witch,
Im a bitch
I dont care what you say,
My voice is real.
My voice speaks truth,
I dont fit in your ways.
Im not gonna die for you,
You might as well face the truth,
Im gonna stick around for quite awhile.
Were gonna say,
Were gonna try,
Were gonna try it our way.
Weve been repressed,
Weve been depressed,
Suppression all the way.
Were not gonna die for you,
Were not seeking vengeance,
But were not gonna kill ourselves for your convenience.
Each time we dont say what we wanna say, were dying.
Each time we close our minds to how we feel, were dying.
Each time we gotta do what we wanna do, were living.
Each time were open to what we see and hear, were living.
Well free you from the getthos of your minds,
Well free you from your fears and binds,
We know you want things to stay as it is,
Its gonna change, baby.
Its gonna change, baby doll,
Its gonna change, honey ball,
Its gonna change, sugar cane,
Its gonna change, sweetie legs.
So dont try to make cock-pecked people out of us.
Something happens at around 92 miles an hour - thunder-headers drown out all sound, engine vibrations travels at a heart's rate, field of vision funnels into the immediate and suddenly you're not on the road, you're in it. A part of it. Traffic, scenery, cops - just cardboard cutouts blowing over as you past. Sometimes I forget the rush of that. That's why I love these long runs. All your problems, all the noise, gone. Nothing else to worry about except what's right in front of you. Maybe that's the lesson for me today, to hold on to these simple moments. Appreciate them a little more - there's not many of them left. I don't ever want that for you. Finding things that make you happy shouldn't be so hard. I know you'll face pain, suffering, hard choices, but you can't let the weight of it choke the joy out of your life. No matter what, you have to find the things that love you. Run to them. There's an old saying, 'That what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger' I don't believe that. I think the things that try to kill you make you angry and sad. Strength comes from the good things - your family, your friends, the satisfaction of hard work. Those are the things that'll keep you whole. Those are the things to hold on to when you're broken.