Bad Blood

I've had so many times that I've given up
 Wanting to die, so I'll give it up
 What's the point in trying
 When every path I take leads me to the same dream?
 Maybe I'll quit fucking around
 And do something with this life I was given
 'Cause I sure as hell ain't moving while I'm here
 I need to get away, get away
 Get away from all of this
 I need to get away, get away
 Get away from all of this
 But I can't move on
 I'm still stuck in my old ways of keeping it inside
 So it stays
 Bottled up like a fucking grenade
 So tell me, does this shit get any better?
 'Cause I'm fucked, and I know I can't get any better
 I'm wasting my time looking for the signs
 I've wasted my life waiting for the signs
 Waiting for the signs
 Waiting for the signs
 Waiting for the signs
 Waiting for the signs
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 You can't just follow me there
 I need to get away, get away
 Get away from all of this
 I need to get away, get away
 Get away from all of this
 But I can't move on
 I'm still stuck in my old ways of keeping it inside
 So it stays
 Bottled up like a fucking grenade
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 I'm taking it back
 Taking my life back
 I'm taking it back (so sick of the times that I've given up)
 Taking my life back (wanting to die, so I'll give it up)
 I'm taking it back
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 You can't keep it from me
 You can't keep it from me
 You can't keep it from me
 You can't keep it from me