so you feel the whole world lets you down,
and your feet are off the ground,
you want to throw a tantrum,
u want to start a fight
you want to show the finger
jump into a brawl in the dead of the night.
your tattoos and piercings
mask all the pain beneath
you want to unleash it all, but there's no reprieve
you realise it's all your doing
and no one is to blame
so your instincts kick in
and you're a survivor once again.

simply because surviving is all that's left for you to do.
and for all other things you fail in, that's the only one good thing you excel in.