Some days, the music just ain't loud enough.
I cannot drown out the family's shouts.
Oh God, why does it have to be so tough?
I try hard not to hear none of them pout,
But it's useless, like what's it all about?
I drown myself in constant tears, constant
To a fault, but this is my life, my route.
I don't even know what my main intent
Is anymore. There's no way out, I went
With it but now my life is all I have.
To give up and end it, f**k the present.
I'd like to now be put into my grave.
These days, the music don't drown out the pain,
But listening to it helps me stay sane.