I just met an old man, he said, "I've got all these years"
"I've nothing to show for it, but a bed of cardboard and my fears"
he says "but I love you" she's just trying not to cry
he hit her once again, I can't stand to see her eyes
I got beat up once again, it makes me so fucking tired
I'm being pushed to the limit I've got to get out of here
I'm all alone again I guess it's just not my luck
I made all the right decisions, with friends like these I should be dead
get up just one more try
get up I can't decide
get up no reason why
why this feels like suicide
get up get up get up