Texty: Buckcherry. Imminent Bail Out.

I got this problem in my head with no solution
My troubled mind wants me to be dead
Some they may hate me and some are friends
I got no time to kill and fuck around and sit in my shit

Where do I begin?
Something's got to give

It's a lie or the truth
Protect us from our youth
It's a sign, what to do?
I should get away, get away from you

I'm trying to find out who I am with no illusions
And my color coated canvas is all red
I wanna know just how it ends, I wanna know
'Cause I never wanna wind up here again

Where do I begin?
Something's got to give

It's a lie, or the truth
Protect us from our youth
It's a sign, what to do?
I should get away, get away

It's a lie, or the truth
Protect us from our youth
It's a sign, what to do?
I should get away, get away from you

Mother Mary, I am dying, it fucking hurts
I don't wanna wind up dead
My heart bleeds, I can't stop crying, I'm out of words
Locked up in the prison in my head

I got this problem in my head with no solution
My troubled mind wants me to be dead

It's a lie, or the truth
Protect us from our youth
It's a sign, what to do?
I should get away, get away

It's a lie, or the truth
Protect us from our youth
It's a sign, what to do?
I should get away, get away from you
Imminent fucking bail out