pain I wash it down with another shot of whiskey miss me its the same ol same ol heart thats broken that cant be fixed. i take one more shot to realize that ive done it all again. why can't i just ever get it right why do I get so far and I'll set it all on fire just to see it burn to the ground who is that where'd I go or can I even be found i build myself just to be broken down. why... Not today no i tell myself another lie just to get through the crowd of stares they all point fingers but none truely care they all have something to say about I'm wrong it's just another of how I'm wrong it's just another souvenir empowerment will take all you want I can't fix this broken line all I can do is stand and at least in the end I'm not hiding who I am if you want to point your finger could you point it at where it rings and if you're going to yell make sure that your words will be this thing cuz I'm still standing maybe if I run and never turn around maybe if I try with my world up on the ground maybe the flames turn out to be the light I need to see all the things that I can make it right maybe then again I can believe in me and maybe all this pain will turn into a memory I don't have to see and maybe after that I could start living liking me if I made it there then maybe it could be alive that I can live once more without any misery