Again and again, fake friends. I swear to god, its like it never ends. Never again. Now I don't know how much more I can take. I really think I'm starting to break down. And to think I had your back this entire time. I never would have thought you'd put a knife in mine. Now I don't know how much more I can take. I really think I'm starting to break down. Now I don't know how much more I can take. How much more? Let's go back. From the mic, from the paper, from the pen, from my mind. To the moment I got the call. I was laying in bed. 308, full of hate. Didn't know how I felt. Didn't know what to say. Three years later, nothing's changed. Everyone is the same.