Don't Ask Why
by Badmouth· from ...Strikes Again
Don't ask why
My plate is full, my hands are tied
I'm doing my best to continue this life
wish I could burn what I dislike
worked so hard for what I've earned
sometimes I think I'll never learn
baptized in shit been cursed since birth
I'm falling apart and it fucking hurts
born to a world feeding me hate
the product of your environment
don't question why