I bite the hand that feeds gently I fight my friends, the people who love me I don't like the things that used to make me happy I need to stop wasting my time I bite the hand that feeds gently I fight my friends, the people who love me I don't like the things that used to make me happy I look in the mirror and don't recognize who I see Nightmares shake me, wake me, I'm sweating through the sheets I'm waiting for my choices to come back and bite me I need to stop wasting my time I need to stop wasting my time I need to stop wasting my time I need to stop wasting my time