I've been told, to get what you want You just gotta give what you can But no, for what I want it don't come easy as that Tomorrow comes, and things will look better by then But I, look out the window look in the mirror, same old me again
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 gotta be a better way Then I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling
Same old stuff always drags me down