Forced to grow older, learn and become better. Over loaded with pain and anger, you have to keep pushing and try to avoid danger. When its time to finally call it a day, you sit on your bed with too much to possibly say. Frustrated and feeling trapt, knowing that you have to act. So you grab a pencile and some paper, and feel your body get rid of the anger. Dreams of becoming a rockstar slowly die, but you never forget how writing saved your life.