“Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong, and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain.”—Henry Rollins
I love how this song builds up into an inferno, recedes, and then comes back to belt you in the face again. It’s wonderfully therapeutic for the jilted, broken-hearted, pissed-off folks out there. I can’t help but sing my heart out to it, and my voice is hoarse from doing so.
On another related note—I wanna sing like this one day.