the world has come to an end 'cause they have written all the songs and there is not much left for me to sing
you'd never want to be perceived as smart unless that's what you're all about
girl who knows eveyrthing and all the things you want to tell her
girl who tried everything I know that no one understands you but you've got to know we have the same old dreams
sorry for things I didn't do I should have told you then that I just couldn't bare to go against the world
I barely think of good old days but i still sometimes think of you
that it's never getting easy
ow everything you go through hits you harder than before
who you wanna be in the first place 'cause it changes all the time and nothing shows up magically and if you mess up there is no one around
the world has come to an end 'cause they have written all the songs and there is not much left for me to sing