help me make it through this day
this day i can not see
i don't know how long i'll stay
but i'm sure as hell going to be me
like it or not, it's your choice
whether or not i care, that's my choice
now i watch you go by searching
for direction in your life
finding nothing in your heart
but a compass broken apart
you ridicule me of my way of talking
but soon i'm going to come a knocking
at your door, open it up
you fucking bore
let me in
so i can tell you the new
slightly modified news
