It's 8 a.m. This hell I'm in Seems I've crossed the line again For being nothing more than who I am So break my bones And throw your stones We all know that life ain't fair But there's more of us we're everywhere
We don't have to take this Back against the wall We don't have to take this We can end it all
All you'll ever be is the fading memory of a bully Make another joke while they hang another rope so lonely Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt Can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die you're a bully
Think it through You can't undo Whenever I see black and blue I feel the past I share the bruise
With everyone Who's come and gone My head is clear my voice is strong Now I'm right here to right the wrong
We don't have to take this Back against the wall We don't have to take this We can end it all
All you'll ever be is the fading memory of a bully Make another joke while they hang another rope so lonely Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt Can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die you're a bully
It's 8 a.m. The hell I'm in Your voice is strong Now right the wrong
All you'll ever be is the fading memory of a bully Make another joke while they hang another rope so lonely Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt Can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die you're a bully
All you'll ever be is the fading memory of a bully Make another joke while they hang another rope so lonely Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt Can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die you're a bully
Compositores: Brent Stephen Smith (Smith Brent) (BMI), Dave Richard Bassett (Griff) (ASCAP), Zachary Meyers (ASCAP)Editores: Bassett Songs (ASCAP), Driven By Music (BMI), April Music Inc (ASCAP), EMI Blackwood Music Inc (BMI)Publicado em 2012ECAD verificado obra #6120503 e fonograma #5828399 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM