I been doing this for too long
Working on another fucking song
Wishing that I make ends meet
Working for my family

I been trying to get some way
Sometimes I don't even fucking care
What's the point without of living without real friends
What's the point of breathing if it's pretend

I been dead inside for so long
Workin on another fucking song
Wishing that my pain would just meet
Hopin that I fall asleep

I'm cryin in the distance somewhere
Sometimes I don't even fucking care
What's the point of working if it's free time
What's the point of giving if I don't fly

Oo, I worry, I worry, I worry, worry
Mm, I worry, I worry