Rude Awakening
Get home, Long day
Smells like - Decay
Drugs on the table and they want me to play
Take another fix to make the pain go away
Breath in, Breath out
Sedate - Self doubt
Heading down that old familiar route
Everybody knows just what Im talkin' about
And I think Im sick of thinkin'
Guess Im livin' sick of life
My dreams all make me bleed
Because reality's a knife
Get drunk, get high
Get through - Get by
Every sober moment I spend wanting to die
Dwelling in my problems leaves me empty inside
And I think Im sick of thinkin'
Guess Im livin' sick of life
My dreams all make me bleed
Because reality's a knife
Smells like - Decay
Drugs on the table and they want me to play
Take another fix to make the pain go away
Breath in, Breath out
Sedate - Self doubt
Heading down that old familiar route
Everybody knows just what Im talkin' about
And I think Im sick of thinkin'
Guess Im livin' sick of life
My dreams all make me bleed
Because reality's a knife
Get drunk, get high
Get through - Get by
Every sober moment I spend wanting to die
Dwelling in my problems leaves me empty inside
And I think Im sick of thinkin'
Guess Im livin' sick of life
My dreams all make me bleed
Because reality's a knife
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