Sick to my fucking stomach Is the feeling that i had for those second chances The shit you scrape from the bottom of your shoe Is the same thing that kept you stepping back on it You let it grow You let it in You fought it once And you fought it again A feeling that kept your true family away The stain that had it all figured it out for you This thing that made us feel like shit Chin up - Face down Fingers crossed - is this luck? Luck, has always been on the side of the two faced, for too long One face for pride, One to just run and hide The stain you knew was wrong Fed you the alibi Chin up-face down Fingers crossed This is luck. Being trustworthy was never on your bright side Never Dellusional hypocrytical maniac, a psycho with disguise of the wise The shit you scrape from the bottom of your shoe Is the same shit that kept you stepping back on it You let it grow You let it in You fought it once And you fought it again The feeling that led you're true family astray Learn to be more then you were Fucking Child - A Mood killer Listen - Eyes shut Same routine - Everyday life Listen - Eyes shut