I felt the tears calling It manifests in subtle ways It's hard to keep up the balling When the tears are spiked With feats of rage Walk out, walk out, walk out I just can't feel anymore Load up, lock down, hold out It's hard to tell exactly What's in store When I wonder how I ever made it this far My hands dig Through my pockets And they find out Just how empty they are And when I wonder "How will I ever make it Through this day?" That's when I reach for the floor Running hard into something And wondering if I'll finalize today Staring back at my nothing Everyone wants me to Wear a different face Fed up, fed up, fed up Your daily routine is my slow death Tied up, fed up, live up To all the horror in this head When I wonder how I ever made it this far My head tears through my heart And trades the emptiness for scars And when I wondered "How will I ever make it Through these days?" Well that's when The horror hit the floor Fed up, fed up, fed up Your daily routine is my slow death It's times like these that I do believe That I'd be better off dead I gave a smile I gave two, I gave three But still they wanted more As the day deteriorates My only defense Is to reach for the floorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
