- published: 12 May 2016
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Year 125 (CXXV) was a common year starting on Sunday (link will display the full calendar) of the Julian calendar. At the time, it was known as the Year of the Consulship of Paullinus and Titius (or, less frequently, year 878 Ab urbe condita). The denomination 125 for this year has been used since the early medieval period, when the Anno Domini calendar era became the prevalent method in Europe for naming years.
Go ahead
I'm going out of my mind one step at a time
I can't seem to find a way to get up out of the grind
And it's pulling me down like a ton of bricks
Fuck these tricks they bring me down till I can't be fixed
Get kicks out of the shit that I'm dealing with
Making me sick to the sick way you see fit
What's this I'm pissed you get what you're gonna get
So fuck it, bring it on
Do what you will do, what you will
I'm sick of this bullshit that I'm putting up with
Do what you will do, what you will
I try to get away you're always in my face
Do what you will do, what you will
I'm sick of this bullshit I'm putting up with
Do what you will do, what you will
I try to get away, you're always in my face
I just can't stand this place
Can't you see this is bad for me?
Guess what, I'm going nuts like you wouldn't believe
I just wanna leave but you won't even let me see
If I can be the type of person to live out my dreams
It seems to me you think selfishly
All your wants and needs it's too much for me
I'm breaking to the point I can't handle it
I say fuck it, bring it on
Do what you will do, what you will
I'm sick of this bullshit that I'm putting up with
Do what you will do, what you will
I try to get away you're always in my face
Do what you will do, what you will
I'm sick of this bullshit I'm putting up with
Do what you will do, what you will
I try to get away, you're always in my face
I just can't stand this place
Why do they laugh at my pain?
They think they belong to something
It all keeps eating away at me
You make me feel like I'm nothing
I'm growing colder everyday
What more do I have to say
I have to get away
Do what you will do, what you will
I'm sick of this bullshit that I'm putting up with
Do what you will do, what you will
I try to get away you're always in my face
Do what you will do, what you will
I'm sick of this bullshit I'm putting up with
Do what you will do, what you will
I try to get away, you're always in my face