dittography
why can't i break down on the metro? you know i wanted, from the get-go,
and all i wanted, was just to let go now.
why can't i go back where i started? i'm coming home now, broken hearted,
i'm all alone now, and all i wanted... yea.
but how could i go spending my money, when i know it's not even funny, yea
they're buying you, they're buying me, cuz i can't help but feel a bit smaller,
obsessed by me. obsessed by the dollar sign, i sigh, ba da da da da...
when i think about how it must be, i only wish that, that you'd trust me,
and everything yea, yea it'd just be fine.
and when i think about all my friends now, i wanna cry, i'm thinking ends' now.
the years go by, there's different trends now yea.
but i can't help but feeling rejected, when i'm told my opinions affected.
yea, you've heard it before? i bet you know the score.
and i can't help but loose motivation, when i sit and drown in frustration,
and i just want to scream and shout, AND I JUST WANNA SCREAM AND SHOUT.
lalala fuck you...
why can't i go back where i started? i'm coming home now, broken hearted,
i'm all alone now, and all i wanted... yea.
was just a place in time where i'm feeling fine,
where i'm not dragged down,
where i've got peace of mind,
where a breath of air isn't so hard to find,
and rewind, i'm... there?