I CAN'T FIGHT IT

Every time that I wake up feelin' bad

I eat bad luck off the back of you

And I can't help but feel unsure

About the times that I endured

Off the back of you

So, what's the point in talking to you?

Empty words that you say are all you can do

What can you do?

Every time that I wake up

Spin around, I spit bad luck

On the ground in front of you

And I can't help, but feel mistreated

Stupid, useless and defeat

On the back of you

So, what's the point in talking to you?

Empty seeds that you talk is all you can do

What can you do?

I can't fight it, I can't win

I'm not going back again

If there's a chance I'll see you

I can't fight it, I can't win

I'm not going back again

If there's a chance I'll see you

I can't fight it, I can't win

I won't go back there again

If there's a chance I'll see you

I can't fight it, I can't win

I won't go back there again

If there's a chance I'll see you

I can't fight it, I can't win

I won't go back there again

If there's a chance I'll see you