inte en chans!

känslor som bara väntar på att explodera
rörelser som bara vill beskriva hur det känns
i've got 99 problems but a bitch aint one (8)


pull over to the side on the road
i just want to bang my head in the carwall
and scream so loud your ears bleed

i am hungry for the world

so come,

come

i lock myself in, this body is a prison
one minute to midnight, thats a reason
to close the window and turn away from the darkness
dont look back, cuz the problem will still be there
when you wake up

i dont need any sympathi,

i dont need any pepptalk

i dont need a shadow following me

i dont need a hand reaching out

cuz i've got plenty of flaws allready