The stress is too much of a test for my chest, My heart's pumping fear, it's evident through my vest. The monsters just won't let me motherfucking rest.
Looking over my photographs. I saw a picture of you and me. I remember when you said, 'Our love was way too deep'. But now, I lie in bed at night, Without you by my side,
She's looking for a job and a finer place to stay, She works in a resturant, night and day. She waits her life away, wipes those tears away. And she's dying inside, when her little baby cries,
