break it

i don't know what i'm waiting
wishing for something down below
feeling something in my chest
when i'm screaming from the top of my lungs

underneath there's nothing else but guts
guts for the ones i'll never see
underneath there's nothing else but guns
for the ones i'll never fight it off

trying and trying
who needs chances when you got an spirit to fade away?
trying and dying
who needs another soul when you got a wrist to blow away?

underneath there's nothing else but tears
tears for the ones i'll never see
underneath there's nothing else but me
for the ones i'll never be