Has it all been said?
How can I tell you exactly how I feel?
Reflecting through eyes of despair I'll try to put my frustrations into words.
Cause I'm sick of these fuckin games.
I hate myself for being so fuckin' cliché
Trying to put an end to all the sleepless nights
But it all just leads to nothing
And I'm still standing on the edge
I'm pulling my hair out and I scream to the fucking sky!
Walking the line between right and wrong and still I don't know what to fuckin say.
Fuck you!
Goodbye!
At least we could have fuckin tried.
Broken and tied.
This fuck you is my last goodbye.