Get Up For Another Breakdown
I get up for another breakdown
and you treat me like I'm the same
Maybe it's from all the damage that I've done
or my blood coming down like rain
I got a lil problem sister,
hear the sirens in my brain,
hear the bell it's round two,
I'm coming back again
I put my 10,000 hours in working overtime
throughout the night,
a knife in my back no time to react,
another crutch and the endless fight,
so who are you to tell me a god damn thing,
a rat I think I smell,
don't expect you to understand
unless you walk in my shoes through Hell.
Writer/s: Chris Cardon, Drew Giordano
