It's not fair and it's too f**ing late
It's pounding in my head like an 808
I look around and wonder how it happened
How I could be, it's this f**ed up again
But there's no answers, no rhyme or reason why
No explanation, there's nothing like to find
Nothing to say to f**ing ease my mind
There's nothing left, so I tell myself lies
"One day this will all be better"
"Some day it won't hurt anymore"
"One day I'm sure you'll feel stronger"
"Some day you won't feel this alone"
"Understand, you're doing your best"
"Everything will be ok"
"Real soon, you'll be on your feet again"
"No more" but it's not the last time
I look around and see what I have built
I feel no pride, but at least I feel no guilt
I'm not done, I'm still f**ing trying
I can't give up, even though it's f**ing rough
But it's not the last time
f**
f** you