I close my eyes and think of nice things like summer in the park when I was riding my bike. Life was so much easier when I was 8, now I’m bitter, I’m twisted, I’m full of hate. I really don’t like the person I’ve become, what happened to the little boy who loved his mum? I never talk to anyone about the way I feel, I lie, I cheat, I fight and I steal.
So you think you’re hard? You think you’re clever but you’re obviously not. I’ve known you for years so why pretend? I’m your old best friend.
Every day’s a struggle just to get out of bed, and I fight constantly with a voice in my head. When I look in the mirror I see a face full of scars, from being ‘Mr. Hard’, ‘Mr. Fights In Bars’. I’ll probably regret writing lyrics for this song, but I’ve felt the way I feel for far too long. All the haters will laugh at the way that I felt, when I wrote this song, this cry for help.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
