I'm tired of living like we're kids and getting so much less than what I give And I wander these same streets every other night just wasting all my time (wasting all my time) Will I live to see another day or will this f**ing pressure bury me? I feel the weight on my shoulders, feet sink an inch into the ground with every year older. am I losing ground? trouble seems to find me I can't run away from mistakes I let them define me. not lost, not found Will I live to see another day or will this f**ing pressure bury me? All my blues are quickly turning grey. I'll take the blame for everything I guess something is better than nothing Take it or leave it I guess most things are better than nothing Maybe one day I'll see it I guess nothing could be better than somethings I'll take the blame for everything