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Won’t say goodnight, not drawing my last without a fight
My soul's as cold as ice
We’re born to die, but I won’t trace that damaged line
My war keeps me alive

Take a look around, liars, cheaters; it’s hard to give a fuck
When I see both sides of your face I know how bad it’s corrupt
It’s me against this world, every man for himself
I don’t want you beside me; I don’t want your fucking help

I won’t give another thing
To a world that gives nothing back
A grip of complacency
Draws you in the same old trap
It’s taken your wrong from right
This evil has sapped your life
And I don’t need you beside me
I don’t need your fucking help

Got no love in this heart of mine
This shits been freezing since I opened my eyes
It’s time you did the same and you could see
You will never mean a fucking thing to me

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from Ricky Bobby​/​Reality Check Split EP, released January 11, 2011

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