Problem - Cynical

Split hearts and broken homes

Lonely life, I’ll die all alone

Crooked smiles and false hopes

Leave me dead on the side of the road

Life’s not bad, it’s just when I snap

And lose all control

It can’t be named or even tamed

The beast inside is alive

And that beast is me

I’m a walking plague

Spitting venom though the words I say

A fist full of bullets snapped lost it and unloaded

I’m hiding from my problems but they find where I stay

A mouth like a grenade, I dug my own grave

Split hearts and broken homes

Lonely life, I’ll die all alone

Crooked smiles and false hopes

Leave me dead on the side of the road

Split hearts and broken homes

Lonely life, I’ll die all alone

Crooked smiles and false hopes

Leave me dead on the side of the road

Scratching at my skin but it’s paper thin

Scratching at my skin but it’s paper thin

Hate, hate, hate

Hate and fucking regret

The rage leaving me in a god damn cold sweat

Brick by brick by brick by brick I’m sick

I built up these walls but they always fucking fall

Grudges grip my throat and choke me out

Resentment shows

I take it out on my bones

I’m a walking plague

Spitting venom though the words I say

A fist full of bullets snapped lost it and unloaded

I’m hiding from my problems but they find where I stay

A mouth like a grenade, I dug my own grave

A mouth like a grenade, I dug my own grave

A mouth like a grenade, I dug my own grave