There's always a bitter taste When I swallow my own spit There's always something To explain to someone What I feel I can't please you at the moment Sorry, I'm not wrong when I'm pissed I'm not wrong Future has been as foggy as I thought Lights still bother me, hurting me like a knife I just can't see Life just brought me down once again Refuse and resist is not part of the game Foggy is your smile and thought I am not sure still if the yard is green after all I can't please you at the moment Sorry, I'm not wrong when I'm pissed I'm not wrong Future has been as foggy as I thought Lights still bother me, hurting me like a knife I just can't see Life just brought me down once again Refuse and resist is not part of the game Of the game There's always a bitter taste When I swallow my own spit There's always something To explain to someone What I feel I can't please you at the moment Sorry, I'm not wrong when I'm pissed I'm not wrong Future has been as foggy as I thought Lights still bother me, hurting me like a knife I just can't see Life just brought me down once again Refuse and resist is not part of the game Of the game