Clean Slates

here's one for the lonely nights 
another song you can do without 
sometimes it all crashes down down down again… 
sometimes it all crashes down

The empty days
The lonely nights 
The dead end streets 
(fuck this life) 

what's the fucking point? 
Sugar coated words and plastic smiles 
They're all around and it fucking makes me sick 
I'll spit out words but I know you'll never understand
You could never understand. 

Fuck you all 

I'm fucking gone