And every time I try to read between the lines
I'm left wondering why I did so wrong?
And every time I try, try to rationalize
When everyone went wrong why didn't we die?
And every time I think about what it would be like
Without all the things you give to me

All these thoughts [bad word] through my head
Nothing to believe
Look back find the things I lost
There's nothing left there so it seems [bad word] 

Up hill both ways, nothing left to say
I don't know how I made it this far
I don't know how I made it last this long
I don't know why I try

All these things keeps going through my head
Don't know which way to turn
Each path goes up hill both ways
Nothing but dust, since I've learned [bad word] 

Up hill both ways, nothing left to say
I don't know how I made it this far
I don't know how I made it last this long
I don't know why I try

Up hill both ways
Nothing left to do now
I don't want nothing today