hurt
If the world is on my shoulder this room for you on my back
If the way is never over will you still be where you at
I been lost in present sober I been struggling to forget
Like a nit rest on my shoulder and It's creeping on my neck
And my life is so **** pointless disappoint you for a fact
Just so I can crank a smile like you're sorry as a ten.
You expect to form an angle or a sense of disrespect
I'm too busy making band and I should privately save my bread
You should find a **** purpose for this surf become your back
Digging graves for entertainment, kicking dirt up in my head
Kicking dirt like you've wordless so until I comprehened
While this world is ****ing broken now I'll never recommend