Born into hardened hands,
With clenched fists and bloodshot eyes.
Words of hope were never used,
Just retribution and solitude.
Keep your distance I'm nothing like you.
Keep your distance I don't need you.
I've got no trust to give.
I've got no heart to break.
Nothing for me to fucking lose,
Because I never had a fucking thing.
Keep your distance.
I'm nothing like you.
Keep your distance.
I don't need any of you.
I'm nothing, nothing like you.
Wish I died, the shit I've been through.
So don't ask me why I'm so fucked up.
Born to lose to lose, so I fucking lost.
Keep your distance from me.

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Writer(s): NICHOLAS JETT, SCOTT C. VOGEL