What would I do if you asked me to choose    The lesser of these two evils   (Don't put this on me)   A blade "stuck" as fitting a word as I could figure   In my side or the haggard hole it left behind      Even bad days will soon be over   Take the time I'll show you how   Just gave up on all my regrets   Even bad days will soon be over   Scream until my lungs give out   Maybe It's your turn      Don't be a bully, a monster   Playing games that no one's winning   Cold and distant or hot and bothered   How can all these words seem fitting   I'm not sure about anything about you anymore   I'm not sure but maybe we'll find out      Even bad days will soon be over    Take the time I'll show you how    Just give up on all my regrets    Even bad days will soon be over   Screan until my lungs give out   Maybe it's your turn