here's one for the lonely nights
another song you can do without
sometimes it all crashes down down down again…
sometimes it all crashes down

The empty days
The lonely nights
The dead end streets
(fuck this life)

what's the fucking point?
Sugar coated words and plastic smiles
They're all around and it fucking makes me sick
I'll spit out words but I know you'll never understand
You could never understand.

Fuck you all

I'm fucking gone