Sometimes I think of old friends but they all seem the same Then I see them, and they can’t remember my name I guess I’m just like them, I guess I’m just a bore I could hate them, but I’ve never done that before I’ve got lots of good friends I don’t need anymore
Sometimes when you lie to me, sometimes I’ll lie to you And there isn’t a thing you could possibly do All these half destroyed lives aren’t as bad as the seem And then I see blood and I hear people scream Then I wake up and it’s just another bad dream
And I can’t help myself by feeling sorry Because I gave up every chance I had It’s not a movement, it’s just another fad Like a cry for help in a world gone mad!
I can’t help myself by feeling sorry I know I gave up every chance I had It’s not a movement, it’s just another fad Like a cry for help in a world gone mad!