Dont come to me with your problems i dont need them
your conscience is a weight that i wont hold
youd rather be the only one who pretends
is it because youve been bought and sold so young
dont ask me questions cause i dont got the answers
if only you knew what time will tell
it all a test and lessons that you cant learn
you know when you spend youre time in hell
as your bloods running thin your times running out
no one will be listening not even when you shout
when your angels turn to devils youll finally figure out
that no one will be with you in the end
a hypocrite youre just a contradiction
rapped up in your lies who knows whats real
well this is it your lonely life of fiction
do you even know how to feel
as your bloods running thin your times running out
no one will be listening not even when you shout
when your angels turn to devils youll finally figure out
that no one will be with you in the end
the end
the end
the end