During the lowest
points of our lives,
we think of how things would be different
if we tried.
But right now I just need
to see my friends.
Honestly, I'm fucking dead
without them.

And again my heart has dropped
to my feet ( My heart's dropped to my feet, it's 
dropped to my feet)
when I realized that I'm not
what people think I should be (I'm not what you think I 
am, and I'll never be what you want me to be).
And again I can hardly
fucking breathe (I can't fucking breathe, can't you 
fucking see?).
I've only got myself to blame

“Tomorrow will be different.
From now on Ill take those risks”,
I say it over in my head with a heart full of hope and 
two clenched fists.
This time I'll try not to fuck it up.
But who am I kidding?
I've always lived this way.
The air is getting colder
and this town isn't helping.
It is such a fucking waste when another day's another 
problem faced.

Right now I've got a song in my head.
Right now, I've got a pen in my hand.
Right now, I'm going to let it all out.
And they still won't understand.
I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks.
And I am not sorry.