spent my pay Now I'm on a downward slide Oh I'm on a losing streak Down a paddle I'm up the creek Mercy be I'm on a losing streak The city don't place
what you've been taught. You'll never stop til' you get caught. You control the future and it's looking bleak. Seems like we're headed for another losing streak
up it's looking like My losing streak is done My losing streak is done I said my losing streak is done Did you hear me I said my losing streak is done
it's looking like My losing streak is done My losing streak is done I said my losing streak is done Did you hear me, I said My losing streak is done
Nobody even knows his name And he knows, he knows, yeah That he don't know himself too well He wishes someone else would care But he knows they wouldn
You're at fault not the victim you suck at life not my problem get shitted
Give me absence from reality. Just one more elated day away from losing indications. Every new day is not an everyday thing. Everyones progression
Everything pent up inside sewn shut by angst filled stitches until societys perception of failure tears into raging wounds and I explode bash down
Why do I always put myself in these situations Consign myself to disappointment before I even start When every lesson learnt is soon forgotten Yeah I
Years and years of the same complaining Shitty work and endless slaving wake up early for blue collar pain but you don't seem to hate all the money
Up on that stage, this is your chance to shine you preach to all of us the meaning of this, with your wise understanding and know it all bliss You
Let's go! Quit your angle playing Like I can't see through it You think you're so important But I can't go on living day by day Well I don't know what
Flaunting smile. Teeth caged flaws. False sense of reality. Ostentate modesty. Insecure vanity. Sententious aphorisms. Pretentious disposition.
Sorry isn't easy to say When words are left unsaid It's better off this way Don't know what you want me to say to you As thoughts keep turning silver
Lying awake another sleepless night, trying to fake myself to sleep. As I rest on my failures, and close my eyes to future. This isn't a matter
Fake depression. Sympathy scoundrel. Everyones against you. Artificial emptiness. Change your life. Just to have a chance. bitchmade. motherfuck
Covered in intent filled gas searching for an inane spark to ignite your rage of false inspiration of Fallacious hardships thriving off pointless sympathy
Well Johnny was a young boy, he was only ten years old He just wanted something to do Untill one day he found something new that he though was fun That
