Broken knuckles- Bleeding Foreheads
Shirt collars I'm still grabbing
Accusations- rolling eyes
Reasons I'm still pulling my hair out
Those f**ing cords stretched through broken gla** never summed up so much.
All of this to be raped of self esteem and expose my f**ing self...
Tonight...
What could possibly go right?
What could possibly go f**ing right?
To every toothless f**ing grin
(You are the few)
I'm sick of saying
This is just not worth this sh**.
For every kid that's waiting to die...
(You know our names)
I'm sick of saying
This is just not worth this sh**.
No point in thinking this will all work out...
So many days I could do with out but the point of it all is to never look back so I live for today and die by the night these veins are burning f**ing red and this is when I can't turn back.
What could possibly go right...