gun without bullets
bronx, the
i don't know where i should begin
my scars have overrun my skin
frustration's taken all my patience
exposing everything inside
the more time that i spend alone is
the more time that i hate myself
it's one thing not to finish in first place
another thing not to finish at all
i can't stand here and listen to bullshit
can't stand cause i live alone
i don't know where i fell apart
it wasn't always like this from the start
frustration's taken all my patience
i feel the walls closing each day
i try to find another way
my brain's a gun without bullets
i can't replace the drive i had
i don't know where i should begin
my scars have overrun my skin
leached onto everything inside
i search for a darker place to hide
right now i've lost complete control
i've sold everything like my soul
frustration stole my dedication
i try and find another way
my brain's a gun without bullets
i can't replace the drive i had