I've got a broken soul
With a twisted heart
Add a missing mind
You've got a recipe
For me, helpless and hopeful.
Quit telling me I'm fine
I know I'm not
Quit telling me it's okay to cry
I'd rather rot
6 feet under
I was told I'm just a helpless blunder
By the ones who love me most
Nothing but an accident
Yeah, here's a toast
All you accidents
All you lost and hopeless
Raise a fist
You aren't gonna be broke
We're gonna be at the top of the list
We're best to not provoke
You wanna fight us down?
Shit, we'd be bloodied on the ground
Giving you a bloody and battered smirk
Before we'd give you the satisfaction of making us "work"
We don't need to be like you
We know what the fuck we want to do
If you don't like it then tough Shit
Cuz we've been bit
Not by a bug
But by the realization that maybe we aren't the fuck ups.
