Again and again, fake friends.
I swear to god, its like it never ends.
Never again.
Now I don't know how much more I can take.
I really think I'm starting to break down.
And to think I had your back this entire time.
I never would have thought you'd put a knife in mine.
Now I don't know how much more I can take.
I really think I'm starting to break down.
Now I don't know how much more I can take.
How much more?
Let's go back.
From the mic, from the paper, from the pen, from my mind.
To the moment I got the call.
I was laying in bed.
308, full of hate.
Didn't know how I felt.
Didn't know what to say.
Three years later, nothing's changed.
Everyone is the same.

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