"Mr. Campos
How the fuck do we get out?"
A question that was asked with a desperate sound
"My friends are fucking dying
Birds replaced by sirens
And I'm supposed to go and take my fucking classes?"
It's hard to wake up
Feeling like this
Thinking to myself that life's a bitch.
It's hard to go on
Feeling like this
Thinking to myself that life's a fucking bitch
Dirt poor
Defeated
A little peace of mind is all I ever needed
I'm going insane
When all I've felt is constant pain
I can't do this
I'm filled with hate
As hard I try
There's only pain
Pain no more
I can't no more
Destroy the cycle
Stuck on survival
I just want peace of mind
It's not too hard to ask
The fucked up part is as hard I try
My life just stays a fucking mess
It's hard to wake up
Feeling like this
Thinking to myself that life's a bitch
It's hard to go on
Feeling like this
Thinking to myself that life's a motherfucking bitch