Tightening it's grip on me
My moral compass spinning
Draining my live empty

Give me something to believe in

Wounded up , I'm way too thight

Fear tearing, wearing me thin
And knowing it ain't right
Give me something to believe in


Wanna move on, gotta face the music
There's only one way out

Tired of stumbling
Searching endlessly
And giving in to more than doubt


Let them take, all that they can
Each one of them, I will not bend

I ain't broke, they can't break me
As I am, not one of them
These so called friends, they're a joke


Headstrong your apathy
Neurotic and quite nervous

Obtuse propensity
Still convinced it serves your purpose


Lacking the sense to care
Degrading and puberscent
Discretion worse for wear

Is this something to believe in

Wanna move on, gotta face the music

There's only one way out
Tired of stumbling
Searching endlessly

And giving in to more than doubt

Let them take, all that they can

Each one of them, I will not bend
I ain't broke, they can't break me
As I am, not one of them

These so called friends, they're a joke

Know I have to walk

Have to walk away
Never seemed to fit most of the time
I'll be better off

Better off this way
And taking back what's mine


Wanna move on, gotta face the music
There's only one way out
Tired of stumbling

Searching endlessly
And giving in to more than doubt


Let them take, all that they can
Each one of them, I will not bend
I ain't broke, they can't break me

As I am, not one of them
These so called friends, they're a joke