Teenage Fuck-Up By Suicidal and Hopeless ©It doesn’t take much If you try hard enough Maybe you want to escape the hard stuff Or maybe you’re a fuck-up Each day is welcomed by fresh blood From self-mutilation that helps you survive Everyday you wish you would die Because you’re a fuck-up
You blot off the blood And eventually stop the flow Pray to the Devil there’s no tomorrow That harbours a fuck-up School drags by with stares and torment Without a friend in the universe Fuck, it’ll only get worse For a fuck-up You trudge home, feeling like shit The day sucked-nothing new And nothing seems happy to you Cause you’re a fuck-up Negitive thoughts race through your head (Fuck-up, fuck-up) The day is done, more blood is shed (Fuck-up, fuck-up) And the blood washes away the pain (Fuck-up, fuck-up) You wish you were fucking dead (Fuck-up, fuck-up) And tomorrow will be the same (FUCK-UP, I’M A FUCK-UP) Fucked-up, and harbouring more pain (FUCK-UP)