Lonewolves

From a victim to a friend don't ever let them in keep your scars on your sleeve and your heart in your hands all the whores with their wars their gaping mouths want more all of them choke on regret we sit in silence dead or dedicated alive or medicated a coward queen or harlot heart it's up to you this world owes you nothing this world owes me nothing this world owes us nothing but a hard road to walk these mountains that we climb is everything they've lost this world owes us nothing but a hard road to walk these mountains that we move are everywhere we look it's all up to me and you