Life and I don't get along, we never have been friends.
I'm tired and I'm always wrong, this really has to end.
We're always playing fisticuffs like ***** little boys.
Life always steals my stuff and all of my best toys.

It's time we go our separate ways, and I become a ghost.
Life can take my soul away, and find another host. I've tried so hard for years, but it's now I fall apart.
I've got nothing left inside but a busted, broken heart.

So I'm giving up this fight, I will now concede defeat.
I gave this life my all, but it still has got me beat.