At the Bottom

Here it is again, just another number, just another liar.

Memories remain, etched inside forever, now I have to carry on.

Can I tell you something? I'm so tired of trusting in failures.

Sick of getting thrown out, drowning at the bottom,

And they don't care.

Some place inside, screaming without volume, doesn't matter what I do.

Time moving on, dust is getting thicker, losing sight of all I knew.

Can I tell you something? I'm so tired of trusting in failures.

Sick of getting thrown out, drowning at the bottom,

And they don't care.

(And they don't care.)

(And they don't care.)

Can I tell you something? I'm so tired of trusting in failures.

Sick of getting thrown out, drowning at the bottom,

And they don't care.

Can I tell you something? I'm so tired of trusting in failures.

Sick of getting thrown out, drowning at the bottom,

And they don't care.