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