| So few bullets…
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| Another day trying to make another change.
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| Another head in this teenage wasteland.
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| Another night alone, another pill to sleep.
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| The things I have can’t replace what is missing. |
| I know.
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| Live. |
| Love. |
| Learn. |
| Lead. |
| Leave.
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| And all these late nights and early fucking mornings,
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| Are making you so sick. |
| Are making me so ill.
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| Stay true. |
| Stay you.
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| Live for your friends your family and nobody else.
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| Stay true. |
| Stay you.
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| Live for yourself and fuck the rest.
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| Fuck the future. |
| Get the fuck up.
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| I’m fucking sick, sick of falling down.
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| But i don’t wait anyone to save me.
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| We are the empty bottles. |
| We are the empty hearts.
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| We are the empty fucking souls.
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| Fuck the future. |
| Time heals nothing.
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| Everyday is a new day, don’t waste your time thinking about tomorrow.
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| Everyday is a new day. |
| So get the fuck up. |