There Isn't

if there was such a thing as a fucking last chance
to take it all back, like hell i would,
i'll fight the raging sins,
the scars,
that's etched on me like fucking payback.

there is no fucking garden of eden,
where the fuck is the poisonous snake,
it's me,
where the hell is heaven?
heaven. hell?
ha.ha. what's the fucking difference?
there is no fucking point to prove,
where's the rest i've chosen to lose?
there is no happy ending,
there is no sad ending,
there is no fucking ending at all,
there is no fucking way out.

and there's definitely no fucking prince charming.

so don't bother telling me even once that the grass is greener on the other side,
what the fuck is that nonsense,
reality check please, are you still the age of three?

why the fuck am i being so negative?
well why the fuck are you being so optimistic?
why the fuck are you smiling when i'm in bloody tears?
there is no such thing as fucking faking it.

and there's definitely no such thing as falling back in line.

so if there was such thing as a fucking last chance
to take it all back, like hell i would,
I wouldn't even intend to be fucking innocent.