all I want is to get through the day
growing tired of the desperate rate
how to learn from the past
I would be who I wanted to be
hard rain, falling down from above
there's no need to complain
to the ground each and every day
I would break down and cry
everything I have learned the hard way
I don't know if it's life or the air
is I don't really think that I care More from The Atomica Project