it's not sad, it's just bad :p
scars all seem to run together, can't quite remember where they're from.
they say we're all birds of a feather, but i seem to be the only one.
no one knows, no one relates, no one is here to share your fate. what's truly sad, no matter how bad it gets, you can't bring yourself to hate.
there's one for her, and one for me, one for every day strife.
One for disappointments, just a little oinment, enough to numb us to life
We run on pills, filled with cheap thrills. aren't we having fun?
lttle white lines, make us feel fine. and at the end of the day, we're all done.
can't make it to bed, i'll jsut lay my head, right here and stare upwards and hope
that tomorrow will be better. My chains and my fetters. maybe they're just how I cope.
the pain that we feign, it's just to maintain the facade that we're odd and incurably insane. when in truth we're aloof to the proof that we're honestly not crazy enough.
with our taunts and our bluffs, we strut out our stuff like anyone really gives a damn.
But deep down inside, no matter how hard we hide, we know it's all just a sham.
So it's one pill for her, one pill for me, one pill for everyday strife
one for the disappointments, it's just a little ointment. it helps me get through my life.
they say we're all birds of a feather, but i seem to be the only one.
no one knows, no one relates, no one is here to share your fate. what's truly sad, no matter how bad it gets, you can't bring yourself to hate.
there's one for her, and one for me, one for every day strife.
One for disappointments, just a little oinment, enough to numb us to life
We run on pills, filled with cheap thrills. aren't we having fun?
lttle white lines, make us feel fine. and at the end of the day, we're all done.
can't make it to bed, i'll jsut lay my head, right here and stare upwards and hope
that tomorrow will be better. My chains and my fetters. maybe they're just how I cope.
the pain that we feign, it's just to maintain the facade that we're odd and incurably insane. when in truth we're aloof to the proof that we're honestly not crazy enough.
with our taunts and our bluffs, we strut out our stuff like anyone really gives a damn.
But deep down inside, no matter how hard we hide, we know it's all just a sham.
So it's one pill for her, one pill for me, one pill for everyday strife
one for the disappointments, it's just a little ointment. it helps me get through my life.