i m tired of living like we re kids and getting so much less than what i give and i wander these same streets every other night just wasting all my time will i live to see another day or will this fucking pressure bury me i feel the weight on my shoulders feet sink an inch into the ground with every year older am i losing ground trouble seems to find me i can t run away from mistakes i let them define me not lost not found will i live to see another day or will this fucking pressure bury me all my blues are quickly turning grey i ll take the blame for everything i guess something is better than nothing take it or leave it i guess most things are better than nothing maybe one day i ll see it i guess nothing could be better than somethings i ll take the blame for everything