I saw the sunrise this morning, the first time in months I never remembered things being this calm If I held my reactions inside for the meantime I think I'd feel shiftless, devoided, and wrong
That's when I ran down from Thompson Hill I felt like disappearing People don't know how it feels People never notice anything But the melody still rings And it sounds like gold
When am I ever gonna start to get better? This place is a trainwreck, everyone is the same When am I ever gonna say what I want to? When I state my opinions, they just turn me away How in the hell am I supposed to be stable when the people around me always want me to change? I don't mean to seem to be completely despondent But I'm trying to deal with the rejection I face
Life's a game that you play by the rules (There's no game, there's no game)
You can burn the photographs But you can't burn the memories