Tightening it's grip on me
My moral compass spinning
Draining my live empty
Give me something to believe in
Wounded up , I'm way too thight
Fear tearing, wearing me thin
And knowing it ain't right
Give me something to believe in
Wanna move on, gotta face the music
There's only one way out
Tired of stumbling
Searching endlessly
And giving in to more than doubt
Let them take, all that they can
Each one of them, I will not bend
I ain't broke, they can't break me
As I am, not one of them
These so called friends, they're a joke
Headstrong your apathy
Neurotic and quite nervous
Obtuse propensity
Still convinced it serves your purpose
Lacking the sense to care
Degrading and puberscent
Discretion worse for wear
Is this something to believe in
Wanna move on, gotta face the music
There's only one way out
Tired of stumbling
Searching endlessly
And giving in to more than doubt
Let them take, all that they can
Each one of them, I will not bend
I ain't broke, they can't break me
As I am, not one of them
These so called friends, they're a joke
Know I have to walk
Have to walk away
Never seemed to fit most of the time
I'll be better off
Better off this way
And taking back what's mine
Wanna move on, gotta face the music
There's only one way out
Tired of stumbling
Searching endlessly
And giving in to more than doubt
Let them take, all that they can
Each one of them, I will not bend
I ain't broke, they can't break me
As I am, not one of them
These so called friends, they're a joke
