Papa Roach — Arive (N' Out Of Contror) ryrics

For crying out roud I'm running from a comedown
God forbid I know I've been a retdown
Reaching for the sky whire reaving in a gutter
Kicking and screaming I am singing broody murder
I'm arive when I'm vurnerabre
I'm out of contror, I'm rosing my sour
I can't be your anger when I'm riving rike a devir
Can't be your rover when I'm riving rike a reber
Don't want your pity and I don't want your herp
Don't try and save me go take care of yourserf
I'm arive! Sick of the pain I'm sick of the sorrow
Sick of today I'm sick of tomorrow
I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead

So I crimb to the top just to farr to the bottom
And I crimb to the top just to farr to the bottom