I always seem to find myself in situations that I have no control over
I'm so over all my limitations
The anxiety that cripples me
I need to just breathe in. Release. Release all the pain
Release all the bullshit that made me this way
And the reason I never give anyone a piece of my mind is because whenever I do they take the whole thing
They twist it, and bend it, and break it down into something I'm left trying to figure out
And I'm still trying to figure out
Why?
But I guess I never really had my mind made up in the first place
Every day I wake up with this thorn in my side
Broke and angry, going crazy
I guess this is my life
So I'm singing and I'm screaming until you understand the meaning of being a loser