Testo Brandywoods

Pushed and shoved
My arms are sore from being pulled in each direction
Everything is getting old
I need to break off all connections
This same routine bullshit every night
I know it makes you bitter
And I know you'll be alright
So trust in me what are you running from It's too bad that it has made you numb
Stop me if you can't go on
And so on, and so on, and so on
I used to dread everything you said
I am wiser now