I've got young blood pumping
Inside o my veins
But why does it feel like
My bones are caving in
The clock is ticking
Time is running out
I don't want to be here
I don't want to breath
My back hurts
My knees are weak
I used to love the sun
When it shone through your window
Now it feels like it's burning into my skin
They say I'm too young to live this way
I say I'm too young to be alone
I spent the Summer cooped up inside
In an East Texas basement
Smelling of cheap beer and bitter smoke
I'd like to say that I'm sorry
I wish I knew what for
I don't know if I'm breathing or not
I don't know if I care
So it's ok if you don't
It's what I expect
If not a little less
I'm not worth the tears
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I think we all know what for