Bro-N-X - Youth Wasted lyrics

The truth is, the truth still hurts And that dept will just get worse Repetition makes us colder d**h creeps a little bit closer Sometimes the best laid plans Still end with blood on your hands Sometimes the best laid plans Still end with blood on your hands Don't look back and lose your ground Or keep pa**ing don't slow down The fault with the burden on each shoulder The time has come to stop lying over Sometimes the best laid plans Still end with blood on your hands Sometimes the best laid plans Still end with blood on your hands The night was black, my eyes were red Of past, present, future in my head When did I learn to bite my tongue? Youth is not wasted on the young Sometimes the best laid plans Still end with blood on your hands Sometimes the best laid plans Still end with blood on your hands I gotta get this blood, off our hands We gotta get this blood, off our hands