Fed up with myself

Staying inside

Why bother getting up

Cold hard words

Meaningless words

On just how much a life is worth

I submit to live a life feeling left over

I submit to live a life where i have nothing

Lets blame the mailman

We are numbers

On your frame

The voices in the other end

Who would care

When i give up

As the gold keeps comming in

I submit to live a life feeling left over

I submit to live a life where i have nothing