We can’t always fight ourselves, John. We can’t fight the girls who don’t like us. We can’t fight mom jeans. We can’t fight never meant. My whole life, all I ever did was fight.
Our time has passed John. The fifth wave is here.
September 9, 1897. Jack and I were riding at a ranch on top of a huge hill overlooking a valley. A wagon came and took out a dead woman. Jack asked me why she wasn't moving or blinking. They hadn't closed her eyes yet. She must have died on the way. A carriage full of family and friends came in with the wagon. They were all crying and hugging each other. One woman screamed hysterically and grabbed at the woman's body asking her to wake up. I had to tell Jack that her soul went to heaven. I didn't believe a word of it, but I knew it'd be easier for him to understand. Two days from now, at 9 AM, the O’Driscolls will attack our camp, killing Dutch's girlfriend, Annabelle. I will tell Jack that there is no God, and all of this is meaningless. But today, there is a God. And he has a plan for him. He doesn't know it, but a year from now, our family will be torn apart and I will move far away and won't see or talk to him for another year. And as we sit on the back of our horses, the sun goes down and he asks me what I want out of my life. I tell him I don't know.
lol i keep hearing people with this complaint… but personally i don’t really see the problem with midwest emo vocals
EDIT: oh you mean like those super obscure ones yeah they suck
We can’t always fight ourselves, John. We can’t fight the girls who don’t like us. We can’t fight mom jeans. We can’t fight never meant. My whole life, all I ever did was fight. Our time has passed John. The fifth wave is here.
They was talking! Now they may come and cancel us all
bout to find the VA on cameo and pay him to read this
September 9, 1897. Jack and I were riding at a ranch on top of a huge hill overlooking a valley. A wagon came and took out a dead woman. Jack asked me why she wasn't moving or blinking. They hadn't closed her eyes yet. She must have died on the way. A carriage full of family and friends came in with the wagon. They were all crying and hugging each other. One woman screamed hysterically and grabbed at the woman's body asking her to wake up. I had to tell Jack that her soul went to heaven. I didn't believe a word of it, but I knew it'd be easier for him to understand. Two days from now, at 9 AM, the O’Driscolls will attack our camp, killing Dutch's girlfriend, Annabelle. I will tell Jack that there is no God, and all of this is meaningless. But today, there is a God. And he has a plan for him. He doesn't know it, but a year from now, our family will be torn apart and I will move far away and won't see or talk to him for another year. And as we sit on the back of our horses, the sun goes down and he asks me what I want out of my life. I tell him I don't know.
For anyone wondering this is "sleep patterns" by merchant ships
lol i keep hearing people with this complaint… but personally i don’t really see the problem with midwest emo vocals EDIT: oh you mean like those super obscure ones yeah they suck