But things just get so crazy livin life gets hard to do
and everyone said so much
without saying anything
empty words fill the air
and it's hard to tell who really cares
and it's easy to pretend that everything's alright
on the best days, i even fool myself
sometimes i wish i could just fast-forward time to see if in the end it`s all worth it
everyone says they understand how i feel,
so they all must know what it feels like to have
nobody to talk to, how nobody cares. that
you're so sad on the inside but you pretend to be
happy on the outside so you don't get asked
what's wrong because it's too hard to explain
i am such a sucker
and im always the last to know
my insides are copper
i'd kill to make them gold