Work, death, bills, debt, time, life, stress. Fuck, when will it end? I am just a simple man. I do everything I can to keep the peace, make ends meet, make it work, make you see. Stability, health, future, fights. Done it all clean, obeyed all their rules. I try my best but I still seem to lose. I’m in over my head, and I can’t seem to solve them.
Just another fucking problem.
"We were once brothers but life got in the way. Now I look at you and have nothing to say. Differences aside, we could have worked it all out. But apparently you’ll never understand what I’m about. You could write a bullshit, cry-baby song. Or you could say it to my fucking face. Never on my side, always full of lies. This is where it ends, fucking die.
OLD FRIENDS DON’T MEAN SHIT.”