I look back at my life and I wonder, have I done things right?
Each day I try, and I try to make a little sense of my life.
I kick and I fight and I try but opportunity keeps passing me by.
It seems complication, frustration has overcome my life.
I had control of my life, now I'm gonna get it back.
I used to hold my head up high until you had me in your grasp.
I used to think I'd die without you, it's funny how quick things change.
Now I washed my hands of you, you filled my simple life with rage.
I wore my heart on my sleeve, girl. You gave it back when you were through.
But it's all bruised and black, consequences of loving you.
I've been trying to keep it together, I don't deal well with heartbreak.
You just walked into my simple life, and filled my fuc*** heart with rage.