Eight-Balled

Iґve seen you in the nightclub
Iґve seen you dressed up right
But your heartґs not beating through your pale white skin
Thatґs how I know that youґll never win
Ah, ah, itґs just a dead end
Ah, ah, and there ainґt no turning back
I took your place, you were a king for a day
But somehow you never learn
I didnґt ask for this itґs just the way things turn
And it hurts to go down in flames
Ah, ah, itґs just a dead end
Ah, ah, and there ainґt no turning back
You got eightballs, baby, as a mattress in your bed
13 tattooed on the back of your head
Where will you go when all the things you see are black
You try to change
Maybe grow young
Jump on a bandwagon and lose
Itґs just a dead end
Ah, and there ainґt no turning back