Anthrax. Stomp 442. Nothing. Zeneszám

It's difficult for me to get a grip
On what you mean
When you stick your fingers in your ear
And create another scene

You always step into the traps
Set perfect in your path
Busy going crazy over
Whose knife's in your back

Dive inside your blackest stare
The one that's saving do you date
Screaming that you?re scared

You the tallest soul
With the shortest self-esteem
Painted as the victim
Who's split between the beans

It doesn't seem to matter
It's nothing
Dead a dream is dying
It's nothing
Best friend I never had

Play me to the point of
Pushing me too far away
I can only say whatever
Ambivalent to your game

You can pretend to the mirror
It's the lie you tell yourself
And I won't walk on eggshells
That's a dance for someone else

Dive inside your blackest stare
The one that's saying do you dare
Screaming that you're scared

You the tallest soul
With the shortest self-esteem
Painted as the victim
Who's split between the beans

It doesn't seem to matter
It's nothing
Dead a dream is dying
It's nothing
Best friend I never had