Letra da Música: End Of The Day - Highscore

You call me a dirty, nasty coward.
I'm scared of life in your eyes.
Tease me more and push me further, make me hate myself.
I'm sick of your dumb, boring standards. This ain't my life. For how long you intend to maintain this game, or is it just torment without a plan? Your fake favour can no longer fool me. I'd rather kill you than give up myself. And even if it's another fucking end of the day, I won't give up 'cause I'm here to stay.