What's wrong with having scars They won't open up back anyway Don't take them for the wounds you have That still bleed every other day
Stand up and walk away With a suitcase full of bad jokes Stand up, let yourself be led astray Drink from the cup of life until you choke
Does the world owe you anything Does the world owe you any sympathy Does it spin too fast For fools like you and me
And choke again on your self righteousness And cry alone in your living room It's now a shrine to procrastination And the site of your impending doom
Does the world owe you anything Does the world owe you any sympathy Does it spin too fast For fools like you and me
Does the world hold a remedy Is the world nothing but a travesty Sit and contemplate Will death set you free Will death set you free Will death set you free
