Hurt

Yeah, it's some real interlude type shit
Matt Schultz, yeah, yeah

Recently, I found that I've been hurtin' my chances at perfect life
Chants from the crowd be like
"You are the prototype, the one I can't replace"
If I ever face my fears, I'll say it to your face

I got a chrome knife in the left hand
Cell phone in the right, so how does the night end?
Maybe a broken heart, maybe a phone call
Maybe a tragedy the curtains close on

Or perhaps I find a way out from how it's meant to play out
If you're leaving, bitch, then stay out, there ain't nothing you can say now
You playin' on my name now, so never come back
I gave you everything I had, it wasn't much but it's meant

And that's all I can give, I'm just a man
I wanted everything to work
Have some kids, bought a house for you, I shut my mouth for you
Took a year from making music, played spouse for you

My hopes and dreams aren't whole, just to drown with you
We weren't good for each other, that's a mountainous truth
It's hard to get over all the memories shared
I was scared to be me, 'cause it was the loves what I feared