I’m worn out and bitter And I won’t consider Keeping my head high Cause every decent thought has gone And left me out to dry I’m not in the best state of mind But believe me when I say I’ll never write a bullshit line
Abusers and users The sinners, the saints I am a product of you For better or worse, I can’t really say I just know this isn’t what I was yesterday
30 days, it’s an easy sway That’s all it really took for me to feel this way Like everything was put on the line and in a few weeks time it was ripped out of my hands
I’m worn out and bitter And I won’t consider Keeping my head high Cause every decent thought has gone And left me out to dry I’m not in the best state of mind But believe me when I say I’ll never write a bullshit line
You’re not a fucking familiar face You don’t belong here You put my name in vain Let me make it clear I don’t want you here You’re the outcast
Look at this man With the blood on his hands You beg forgiveness but how long will that last? How long will that last?
Caught red-handed A barron, a bandit Why am I the only one that sees it? Why am I the only one that sees it? Everything dies in the end
And you can’t learn that your back Should never face your friends