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 fucking games.
(I hate myself for being so fucking clich©)
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 fucking say.
Fuck you!
Goodbye!
At least we could have fucking tried.
Broken and tied.
This fuck you is my last goodbye.