What's the point in tellin' the truth anymore?
When there are people waitin' for you to fall to the floor
I keep my thoughts to myself, like a nice young man
But understand that's only 'cause I'd think you'd hate me again
Where's the fun in tryin' your best all the time?
Looks like it's easier to let things flow and not force to rhyme
At least not all the time
Oh, I guess this is life? (Is this life?) (This life?)
God I'm alive
And I will take it upon myself to decide what is wrong from right
And I do what I like (What I like) (I like)
This is my life, and it goes like:
I wake up and I'm real pissed of and my head goes:
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you
I smoke a bit and try not to cough and my lungs go:
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you
How many times in a day do I think to myself?
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you
Yeah, how many times in a day do I say to myself?
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you
I made a list of all the things I should do tomorrow
Instead of sleepin' in
I'm sheddin' off this skin
And letting go of who I once was
Someday I swear I'll beat the system
And break every rule 'til I'm numb
I'm learning to run
Away from the things that scream "run"
I guess this is life? (Is this life?) (This life?), Oh
And I will take it upon myself to decide what is wrong from right
And I'll do what I like (What I like) (I like)
This is my life, and it goes like:
I wake up and I'm real pissed off and my head goes:
(I wake up and I'm real pissed off and my head goes:)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you
I smoke a bit and try not to cough and my lungs go:
(I smoke a bit and try not to cough and my lungs go:)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you
How many times in a day do I think to myself?
(How many times in a day do I think to myself?)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you
Yeah, how many times in a day do I say to myself?
(Yeah, how many times in a day do I say to myself?)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you
I don't know