Besedila: Off With Their Heads. Off With Their Heads/Blotto. Havenhurst.

It's desperation in my face from
a lifetime of pain and isolation
Everyday is just the fucking same
I want to change but I can't get my foot in any door

Everytime I know there's nobody home
But what's the point in waiting outside alone
The doors are locked and there's no windows
And outside it's always thirty below

Just when it seems like it might not be so bad
It always kicks and tells me where I stand

All this strife and all these tears
And all this anger from all these years
Has left me broken and is what keeps me hear
I'll never be happy without you here