Nothing will ever make me feel better
Nothing will ever be mine
Alright
Thirsty at first
A taste makes it worse
Down at the end of my well
Oh hell
Will I someday
Tire of raging
For my way
I hold too tight
I cheat and lie
I just standby
I try to hide
Hoping to die
I wanna be right
I showed up tonight
One day a river one day a plain
Each day i wither i gain
The same