New Bruises Sleeping With The Ants Again
I need to get my shit together
Just one more night of f..cking off
Fight or flight, my hands are bleeding
Introspection turned inside out
All signs must be blurred I'm reading
Cause the path I chose won't work out
In the morning A gut wrenching feeling
My hands are tied but I'm not blind
Another swallow of that f..cking poison
The guilt subsides, the cycle starts again
I need to get my act together
Get on track or fall behind
It's my life
A collision or sharp incline
This is my life
It's my life and I'm done
