Another day Another chance to look away
Another flower to pick Another excuse to give
.  They try to tell you that it'll be ok,
we're all in the same fight,
but you don't see them crying at night.

And every morning,
tear yourself out of bed to play it cool
over a cup of coffee and a cigarette.
A full day ahead, to listen to those who have nothing to
say
, mistaking you for someone else
, perhaps someone who gives a damn
.  But you're, on your own
, your own addictions to feed,
your own cravings to suffice and you'll go on
, just to prove you're a man
Now you walk the streets
, tryin to hustle tryin to bustle
trying to figure out where the next two dollars will come
from.
"Just one more taste,
another shot, a final fix" & you make promises
you know you'll never ever suffice to.
But its always been this way,
the pain, the gain the utopia,
so why bother changing now its already too late.
 Repent for this repent for that repent for all you want
for all the good it does its just a minor waste of time.