A work in progress
Everyday I sit here and wonder
where the hell I've gone wrong
So i try and make sense of my emotions
By writing down these songs
Why the nice guy always finishes last
Thinking of the better times long past
Memories, they seem to go by so fast
There's no worse feeling to have
Than loneliness, and feeling so sad
And then no one understands you
They say its for attention and you're immature
So i drank, got trashed, and made my vision blur
And for this illness, doesnt seem to be a cure
Ive had hopes of better days and dreams of the future
But all of those seem to be just that, a dream
I just wonder if everyone's playin on the same team
Funny how for all of you, on me you could all lean
But in reply of my favour, you deliver something mean
Well no more of this Mr. nice guy
I'll take care of me, myself and I
Im tired of all these endless cries
But I love you all, until the day i die...
:brad
where the hell I've gone wrong
So i try and make sense of my emotions
By writing down these songs
Why the nice guy always finishes last
Thinking of the better times long past
Memories, they seem to go by so fast
There's no worse feeling to have
Than loneliness, and feeling so sad
And then no one understands you
They say its for attention and you're immature
So i drank, got trashed, and made my vision blur
And for this illness, doesnt seem to be a cure
Ive had hopes of better days and dreams of the future
But all of those seem to be just that, a dream
I just wonder if everyone's playin on the same team
Funny how for all of you, on me you could all lean
But in reply of my favour, you deliver something mean
Well no more of this Mr. nice guy
I'll take care of me, myself and I
Im tired of all these endless cries
But I love you all, until the day i die...
:brad