I've got nothing left to say
I've been standing still for days
That I'm not jus filled with hate
I'm Still smoking everyday
Because every days the same
A step closer to the grave
It don't matter cause I'm paid
Pour your glass of Chardonnay
And some snow instead of rain
And some pills just for pain
Got a handful of mistakes
U know I'm not here to stay
I think I'm better off alone
I think it's better off this way
Wrote your name up on my blade
So for now you'll keep me safe
While I'm gone counting the days
Till you'll be tucking on my chain
I've got nothing left to say
I've been standing still for days
That I'm not jus filled with hate