You Won't (No Balls)
I'm so sick of everything going on
So sick of people, friends, and family
I'm so sick of playing music even
Oh goddamn the irony, call me a walking contradiction
Look at all this shit
Let's not worry about it for a second because we have all been through this
At least a thousand times over again
There's a light at the end of this fucking shithole
Just cope with the assist
'Cause we're all pieces of shit in the end
I'm so sick of the morning sunrise, knowing I have to do shit
Being productive is so suckish
I'm so sick of sleeping all day even
Oh goddamn the irony, call me a bum, couch potato
Look at all this shit
Let's not worry about it for a second because we have all been through this
At least a thousand times, over again
There's a light at the end of this fucking shithole
Just cope with the assist
'Cause we're all pieces of shit in the end
Lately I've been begging for something as long as it's nothing
Writer/s: Still Sounds
