NOTHING TO COUNT ON ALL CROCODILE TEARS - NOTHING'S REAL AND EVERYDAY’S THE SAME IS THIS A SICK FUCKING GAME? I GOT TO FIGHT THIS FIGHT I KNOW I ’LL NEVER WIN AGAINST THIS WORLD I WON’T CALL MY OWN
DAYS ARE COUNTING AND I’M THE ONE TO PAY
NOBODY SMILES ONLY BITTER FACES - BUT NOBODY ASKS WHY WHAT DO WE HAVE TO LOSE IF THE ONLY THING LEFT IS PAIN I GOT MORE THAN THAT I’LL PULL MYSELF UP FROM SORROW BREAKING MY COVER I GOT NOWHERE TO HIDE ANYMORE I CAN NEVER HIDE FROM MYSELF AGAIN