Days drag on, and nights are too long.
But I’m not scared, I’m not scared.
And I’m running out of words for another sad song.
But I don’t care, I don’t care.
The pencils dull inside of my head,
But the words mean nothing if the spirits dead.
You’ve heard it all before, another cliché poem.
And it left you wanting more.
I don’t care, but I’m halfway there.
You know I never feel, so make it real.
And I don’t care, but I’m halfway there.
I don’t know how to feel, so make this real.
I can’t get past, but I screamed so clearly.
I’m falling fast.. I don’t think god can hear me.
(woah-oh-oh) And I don’t care, I don’t care.
I tend to think about the worst, and this is my curse.
And I’m not scared, I’m not scared.
But I know that’s alright because I did it first.
And I won’t change, it won’t change.
‘Cuz there’s a little bit of this that lives inside of you.
Reflecting on your life, and tells you what to do.
You can tell me to change, but you’re always out of range.
So here’s a stupid song to sing along to. It goes…