Stick stained with the color of my blood
Life has been a variance of luck
And a bunch of long trips getting dragged behind a truck
It's not the vision that I had when I was young
But it's better than pretending and then biting down on my tongue when they
ask me
I don't need them now, a broken wave
No matter how the world spins round or the bounty on my plate
What's inside of me is never gonna change
But they don't wanna look
Some things will always be the same
I'm still right here to take the blame
One thing or another, it's all the same
It feels like I'm trying to start a fire in the rain
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It's like I'm spitting in the wind