| I’m digging myself out of this pile of broken bones
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| Spent my life on the bottom, surrounded by my own
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| (And I’m so sick)
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| You left me in silence, so I yell until it hurts
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| And I’ll force you to listen, my words will be your curse
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| Waiting on life, broken and bruised
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| This is it, taking hits, if I need to Make my own way, that’s what I’ll do Taking hits, tasting blood yeah, I spilled my guts for you
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| I’m draining myself out
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| You do what you can to survive
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| One day I’ll forget the taste of your lips and I
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| I’ll drop you like a ton of bricks, I’ll drop you like a ton of bricks
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| Waiting on life, broken and bruised
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| This is it, taking hits, if I need to Make my own way, that’s what I’ll do Taking hits, tasting blood yeah, I spilled my guts
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| You want a war, but I can’t have you pulling me down
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| Can’t lose control, that’s how I got to where I am now
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| Can we move on? |
| I’m sick of always waiting on life
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| So I’ll make my own way, that’s what I’ll do So sick of always waiting on life
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| Waiting on life, broken and bruised
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| This is it, taking hits, if I need to Make my own way, that’s what I’ll do Taking hits, tasting blood yeah, I spilled my guts
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| I’ll drop you like a ton of bricks, I’ll drop you like a ton of bricks |