Eightballed

I've seen you in the nightclub

I've seen you dressed up right

But your heart's not beating through your pale white skin

That's how i know that you'll never win

Ah, ah it's just a dead end

And there ain't no turning back

I took your place you were a king for a day

But somehow you never learn

I didn't ask for this it's just the way things turn

And it hurts to go down in flames

Ah, ah it's just a dead end

And there ain't no turning back

You got eightballs baby as a mattres 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

It's just a dead end

And there ain't no turning back