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I want to smash my face into that god damn radioit may seem strange but these urges come and goI'm seeing double now, I tell the truth in stereoI don't say much and when I do it's not enoughI can taste the grief, feel that old anger bubble upit makes it hard to breatheit makes a case for throwing upso I medicate and when my eyes are red enoughI start thinking straight and I can face the dayFace down, lights output some music on maybe I'll come aroundmaybe find the will to singand all the things I could never saywill come pouring out of methrough my broken teeththe best and worst of meI sold my soul now I age but don't get oldand to this day it's the best deal I ever madeall the things i could never saywill come spraying out of my facethrough my broken teeththe best and worst of me From Letras Mania