Lyrics Spit - True Temper

Spit

I’m getting tired of holding my tongue
Walked over and spit on
I’m sick of being under the gun
Why can’t I count on anyone?
Die in and die out
Making sure the right words come out of my mouth
Well I hope they’re happy
Cause I’m constantly judged
By junkies, cheaters, liars
Consumed by their pride
Pointing fingers without looking inside
Tell me how I’m a dissapointment
Tell me how I’m a piece of shit
You look at me like I’m the bad guy
Just because I have my own mind
What the fuck is wrong with thinking for myself?
Not giving a fuck about anybody else
You just sit on your ass
Teaching your kids to hate
To hell with your worthless name
I will not do the same