It's been another year in this home
I can't I can't I can't I can't forget
All the things you said
It's been another year in this home
And I and I and I think I regret
Not smashing my damn head
Against a wall to end it all to end it all
So tell me what is it you want?
Is it the fame that you claim?
Well you can have it all
But i'm taxing souls
Is it the feeling you get
When you have nothing left
When you absolutely never cared bout your faults
Your guilt is melting like snow
(So i just decided f*ck it
Im gonna sleep in a tent
Im gonna do what i love for a living
Which is playing music
And if i just make a littel bit of money
I'd rather do what i love with a passion and make a little money
Then go back to contracting and be part of a society that doesnt even want me anymore
F*ck society)
It's been another year in this home
I can't I can't I can't I can't forget
All the things you said
It's been another year in this home
And I and I and I think I regret
Not smashing my damn head
Against a wall to end it all to end it all