How do we let ourselves come to this?
Victims of angry words and violent fists
And each bitter blood cell drips
Value until we're worthless
If I could save myself, I'd take the first way out
I'd thread the line and find a way to leave this hell
And who I am is fading
As I turn phone calls away
Living like d**h inside this
Living in fear of judgement
If I could save myself, I'd take the first way out
I'd thread the line and find a way to leave this hell