During the lowest
points of our lives,
we think of how things would be different
if we tried.
But right now I just need
to see my friends.
Honestly, I’m f*cking dead
without them.
And again my heart has dropped
to my feet ( My heart’s dropped to my feet, it’s
dropped to my feet)
when I realized that I’m not
what people think I should be (I’m not what you think I
am, and I’ll never be what you want me to be).
And again I can hardly
f*cking breathe (I can’t f*cking breathe, can’t you
f*cking see?).
I’ve only got myself to blame
for this defeat. I can’t compete with defeat.
“Tomorrow will be different.
From now on Ill take those risks”,
I say it over in my head with a heart full of hope and
two clenched fists.
This time I’ll try not to f*ck it up.
But who am I kidding?
I’ve always lived this way.
The air is getting colder
and this town isn’t helping.
It is such a f*cking waste when another day’s another
problem faced.
Right now I’ve got a song in my head.
Right now, I’ve got a pen in my hand.
Right now, I’m going to let it all out.
And they still won’t understand.
I don’t give a f*ck what anyone thinks.
And I am not sorry.