Loved and hated
Extremely motivated
Overcame the pain I feel rehabilitated
Never let the frustration ever get the best of me
At times I would handle most my problems too aggressively
Kept to myself I was sick of people lying to me
Lifestyle of the rich and famous it ain’t all pretty
Glamorize the city lights but damn I love the humble towns
Since I reached that natural high I’m never coming down
What if these broadway lights don’t shine
Like they’re supposed to
When you work so hard that you lose everyone
You’re close to
Can’t stand on stage, can’t sing these songs
When people don’t know the words
Nashville can make you hurt
These dreams should’ve came with a pain pill
~Austin Tolliver & Bezz Believe
My dad texted me, to let me know he won’t be home for Thanksgiving, this year. Nashville has a way of devouring people in the business of music. All your time and energy are put into people who will suck you dry, and then leave you when there’s nothing left to take from you. Meanwhile, the people who’ve been your biggest supporters, through it all, sit in last place. Priorities unravel to the point you forget to remember what (and who) truly matter. So, it’s just going to be Adam, our kids, Justin, Jackie, and me at our Thanksgiving dinner. Oh well. I’m sure we’ll have a great celebration, even if it’s just us.
Chronicles in Submission 