Trashed

I’m like a soldierWith no cause to fightPlaying with bar boysTo test you just rightI watch your featuresI check for a signOf some kind of failureThen I feel sublimeNow I know I have to live without youI can only bend so farGuess it’s time to make some moveswithout youNow you’ve gone and trashed my heartSolid demeanorI look good a featStill I’m too vicousTo take on defeatYes I hearYou don’t feel this any moreI seeThere’s nothing to believe in anymoreJust two snitches on heatStill avoiding the griefBecause it felt so hard