Dear friends, I've been living on my knees (on my knees),
with everyone but myself and a world to please,
frustrations got the better half of me,
I am only a shell of a man I used to be
Not even a cent to show for a life left unspent
Just lessons better left unlearned,
now here I am fucking filled with resentment

What's the point of growing up,
when the older I get the more everything gets fucked?
I live a life that yearns to implode,

No tongue and no eyes to see
As I lay in my bed,
I still can't fucking sleep,
Everyday I try and reach to the sky,
but only fall back on myself (on myself),

All I needed was somebody else,
So I place these problems on the shelf,
Waiting to be toppled from the force of the world slamming the door in my face.

We're all shadows of who we used to be,
and everyone's a stranger with crooked teeth.

So break these bones,
Because this mind has no body or soul as a home.
Incompetence is an all too familiar feeling.

So everyone raise your glasses to the man of the evening,
Yours truly.

Lyrics submitted by TheReverie

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