My very own grindcore band

I could scream all night
about glitches in circuits and how it's not my fault.
I could sit myself down
for the thousandth time in my self-pity again

I always was a sore loser
All it ever was: I was too damn scared to be happy again.
So damn scared to try and fail again.
I need to grow myself a spine.
Try, and fail, and not be broken again.
Try, and fail, and not be broken again.

Pack it up, boys. We're going out
of this hell hole and all it stands for.
How could I
ever really begin to say I'm sorry to you?

I have never not been done here
At least I never
let myself believe that maybe I just wasn't brave enough
I said--said it was misery and that you had done it to me.
I need to grow myself a spine
Try, and fail, and not be broken again.
Try, and fail, and not be broken again.
Try, and fail, and not be broken again.