Good for Nothing

Under a salt
Surface that is denser than he thought
Nerves so tight, his stomach's in a knot
He wrote down words he wishes he forgot
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm good for nothing
Or so I've been told
They'll keep on taking
That they're taking a hold
I'll open my heart
And pour out my soul
Am I really fighting hard
In a losing battle?
A losing battle
A losing battle
He'll fall into formation as he told
The writing on the wall was never all
To be read, he crossed out this from his journal
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm good for nothing
Or so I've been told
They'll keep on taking
That they're taking a hold
I'll open my heart
And pour out my soul
Am I really fighting hard
In a losing battle?
Woah oh
Ah
Woah oh
Ah
Woah oh
Ah
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm good for nothing
Or so I've been told
They'll keep on taking
That they're taking a hold
I'll open my heart
And pour out my soul
Am I really fighting hard
In a losing battle?
A losing battle
A losing battle