we're what seperates the heart from the heartless

Singer: stick to your guns

frustration overwhelms me. nothing left but this empty feeling. rejection from the very same thing

that gave me definition. so i'll bite the hand that feeds me

bite the hand that bleeds me

break the hand that cheats me me. you will never defeat me. i would rather stand and fight

without a chance at all

than wait around for these

so called" friends to break my fall. you pass your judgment on me