Back Breaker - Born A New

I’m at the bottom

Lower than low

My cries, my cries, they don’t fucking matter

And you say you understand, but I’m stuck with this thought in my head.

You can listen, but you can’t comprehend

Pain in my hands, pain in my head

Alone in a world where everyone has done their share

You fake snakes, biting ankles

You ran your luck, now bite the curb mothafucka

No way out with these bridges burned

Feeling yourself rot to the bone, with these bridges burned

I’m in need of help and so far from your arms in reach

You’re always out leaving me on my own

I feel my back caving in

I ain’t your bitch

So go ahead and pray

I’ll be the reaper

My soul’s not dead