Hurt
I'll put all my trust in you.
I'll put all my trust in you 'cause you're the one who got me through.
Why's it so hard to tell you the truth?
Can't you see I've been born in a crooked youth?
Even though you think all my words are lies,
I keep fighting every fucking time.
Why won't you believe in the words I speak,
can't you see that everything is so bleak.
You're filled with spite and so much hate,
destroying everything that you create.
Nothing seems the same to me,
I can't even breath.
All I'm asking from you,
is can you tell what's true.
You're just full,
You're just full of shit.
Can't you see that the walls are closing in,
we are broken we are trapped within.
These bastard that call themselves my friends,
can go and fuck themselves again and again.
Why won't you believe in the words I speak,
can't you see that everything is so bleak.
You're filled with spite and so much hate,
destroying everything that you create.
Nothing seems the same to me.
I'll rest my head and lay myself down,
I'll be buried 6 feet underground.
I'll put all my trust in you 'cause you're the one who got me through.
Why's it so hard to tell you the truth?
Can't you see I've been born in a crooked youth?
Even though you think all my words are lies,
I keep fighting every fucking time.
Why won't you believe in the words I speak,
can't you see that everything is so bleak.
You're filled with spite and so much hate,
destroying everything that you create.
Nothing seems the same to me,
I can't even breath.
All I'm asking from you,
is can you tell what's true.
You're just full,
You're just full of shit.
Can't you see that the walls are closing in,
we are broken we are trapped within.
These bastard that call themselves my friends,
can go and fuck themselves again and again.
Why won't you believe in the words I speak,
can't you see that everything is so bleak.
You're filled with spite and so much hate,
destroying everything that you create.
Nothing seems the same to me.
I'll rest my head and lay myself down,
I'll be buried 6 feet underground.
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Writer(s): Mark Victor Roberts
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