Lyrics Back Breaker - Born A New

Back Breaker

I’m at the bottom
Lower than low
My cries, my cries, they don’t fucking matter
And you say you understand, but I’m stuck with this thought in my head.
You can listen, but you can’t comprehend
Pain in my hands, pain in my head
Alone in a world where everyone has done their share
You fake snakes, biting ankles
You ran your luck, now bite the curb mothafucka
No way out with these bridges burned
Feeling yourself rot to the bone, with these bridges burned
I’m in need of help and so far from your arms in reach
You’re always out leaving me on my own
I feel my back caving in
I ain’t your bitch
So go ahead and pray
I’ll be the reaper
My soul’s not dead