it took a ling time 'til i knew
that happiness wouldn't find me [bad word] until all my dreams are gone
and when i've had my selfish fun
i'll look at you and say i made a mistake

i'll be leaving, you won't be seeing me again
i was left for my own
start believing
just what i need is a friend who understands
i was left for my own
call me crazy, just don't call me your friend

and as i scrape away [bad word] i found there's more to it than someone can take
get back, 'cause it all came crashing down
and when my world got turned around
i sold my soul to save the one thing i hate

all my dreams have died, [bad word] and burned alive
lost my faith in all things with no one to blame
left to save myself with help from no one else
trying to survive where there's no room to breath
all my passion's gone and my bitterness has won
and my eyes are burning from the reflections i see
and i try [bad word] and hide but can't escape from what's inside
and i'm forced to face my worst enemy