Do you think you'd sell your soul
To just have one thing to turn out right?
For the thousandth time you turn and find
That it just makes no difference to try
Like Holden Caulfield, I tell myself
There's got to be a better way
Then I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling
Dream of brighter days
No way out
Same old stuff always drags me down
Now way out
Never gonna get it
Post je objavljen 14.04.2006. u 00:21 sati.