Get Used To It

People try to live each day, not knowing what they'll find.
If anybody knew, it would blow their fucking mind.
To know that they're alone, from beginning to the end.
Knowing that you are your only fucking friend.
Knowing there is nobody to just stand by your side.
Makes you want to say "FUCK IT" and just run away and hide.
But what the hell would one do if they gave away their heart.
Then they try to get it back, but shit is all torn apart.
It shatters all their memories, and destoys all their dreams.
Nothing you ever want, will work the way shit seems.
So what do we do, and where the fuck do we go?
If everything we ever want, is never going to show?
Then what does show up, is fucking up your head.
Isn't life just fucking great, I get used to it all instead.