Lletres: Dirty Money. The Last Fight.

C'mon don't give up this isn't over
the night is young got a few more hours
crack another bottle to force ourselves to sleep
another night ripped wide open tell me am I in too deep?
We work day to day, it's nothing new
our bodies lay all black and blue
from all the shit that we put them through
the night is over and not once did I think of you...
Oh please wake me up, is this a dream?
Is it all over, am I even asleep?
This is a fucking nightmare, when will it end?
Have I had enough? I think I'm in too deep...
and when it's over... there will be nothing left of me...