Testo No Control

Living their dreams sorry i had none
Too busy trying to deal with reality
Too hard getting by
Can't be what's expected of me
This bitter taste in my mouth
Can't spit it out
Spit it out
Stuck at the bottom looking up Just don't fit the part
Can't be what's expected of me
This bitter taste
Can't spit it out
Losing control of the life that i know
Can't mold in a world that moves too slow
Sick of everything always falling apart
So when i'm gone don't take it to heart