Every exclusive drop feels like a trap. Cant we just enjoy things without the pressure?

Every tattoo, every trick it's my rebellion against the mundane. Keep the fire burning.

Feeling like I'm living in fast-forward, but still craving a nap. Life's a paradox, huh?

Why are tattoos considered a luxury when they're my life's canvas?

Anyone else feel like the world is their canvas and theyre just running out of paint?