You're called a worthless piece of shit as they kick your shins and stoop you down for good

And there is the edge they like to kiss your broken neck

You're a tasteless piece of cake and you carry that weight and you won't stop till you out there

Free as the bloated morning sun

Does it ever get easier

When will it ever get easier

Does it get any easier from here ooh

You're tired of walking the same pace

Try to tie your shoes its never too late

Just kill the lights on your way out

You know so goddamn well that you can get excited right on the go oh!

Take it from here you wanna live like a hendrix solo

Does it ever get easier

When will it ever get easier

Does it get any easier from here on now

From here on now from here naaoow oh oh oooh

You're called a worthless piece of shit as they kick your shins and stoop you down for good

But it's not what you are

You're alright