Letras: Bronx (The). The Bronx. Gun Without Bullets.

I don't know where i should begin my scars have overrun my skin frustration's taken all my patience exposing everything inside the more time that i spend alone is the more time that i hate myself it's one thing not to finish in first place another thing not to finish at all i can't stand here and listen to bullshit and everything you own can't stand cause i live alone watching shadows fall i don't know where i fell apart it wasn't like this from the start frustration's taken all my patience i feel the walls closing each day i try to find another way my brain's a gun without bullets so sad i can't replace the drive i had with my own blood i don't know where i should begin my scars have overrun my skin leached onto everything inside try and find a darker place to hide right now i've lost complete control frustration stole my dedication rip my solid state apart my brain's a gun my brains are gone