Cynical - Problem lyrics

Split hearts and broken homes Lonely life, I'll die all alone Crooked smiles and false hopes Leave me dead on the side of the road Life's not bad, it's just when I snap And lose all control It can't be named or even tamed The beast inside is alive And that beast is me I'm a walking plague Spitting venom though the words I say A fist full of bullets snapped lost it and unloaded I'm hiding from my problems but they find where I stay A mouth like a grenade, I dug my own grave Split hearts and broken homes Lonely life, I'll die all alone Crooked smiles and false hopes Leave me dead on the side of the road Split hearts and broken homes Lonely life, I'll die all alone Crooked smiles and false hopes Leave me dead on the side of the road Scratching at my skin but it's paper thin Scratching at my skin but it's paper thin Hate, hate, hate Hate and f**ing regret The rage leaving me in a god damn cold sweat Brick by brick by brick by brick I'm sick I built up these walls but they always f**ing fall Grudges grip my throat and choke me out Resentment shows I take it out on my bones I'm a walking plague Spitting venom though the words I say A fist full of bullets snapped lost it and unloaded I'm hiding from my problems but they find where I stay A mouth like a grenade, I dug my own grave A mouth like a grenade, I dug my own grave A mouth like a grenade, I dug my own grave