every day, feels the same, if this all ends, i won't pretend that i'm sad, what went wrong, kids with guns, the magazines, lay smoking in their blood.
every day i wake, i find another reason not to, i feel the pain, don't know who to blame, every day i wake, i find another reason not, its not confined inside my mind.
we are sick, but our skin is thick, now good is bad, i don't understand anymore.
every day i wake i find another reason not to, i feel the pain, don't know who to blame, every day i wake, i find another reason not to, it's not confined inside my mind