Everyday I wake up it's the same fucking question.
How did I end up here, how do I deal with the pressure?
Pressure to succeed in this life of fucking agony, day by day, month by month, tragedy, tragedy.
At one point in time we were the best of friends, next thing I know you're all going in.
I went down a different path, was the only chance I had, every time I see your faces makes me so fucking mad.
Now I use my fallen friends to keep me pushing through the stress.
I know it's what they want from me i just don't know what comes next.