Prick of the finger
Tuck of the chin
Toughen up that upper lip
You might just win
That feeling in your chest
That feeling of unrest
I know the pain you feel
That unclean needle
Alcohol just can't heal
But why act so feeble?
Stand up for yourself
Be a man
Time passes
Doors open, and they close
Be strong of heart
She's just a weed, hiding as a rose.
Lead your own pack
You were never the runt
So see what could be
And drop that fucking Cunt
