I'd like to think that i don't care
just push away my problems like there's no one there
these days are long, to long to spend waiting
for storms over a tragic end
and this is how we'll meet embraced in misery
searching for love in all this hurt
it's the cold, cold world versus you and me
i write just to forget nothing's the same
you drink just to forget
because you can't deal with the pain
but you're not to blame, i know we're the same
i used to think solutions were clear
guided by a crowd that came and went with the years
those days are gone but i'm still holding on
trying to fight the world through a pen and a song
there was a time (and it's coming back)
where i'd look at someone like you
and know we're the same (because we are the same)
i'm through with the games...
this world is f**ed, but i'm still looking up
i broke the rules and now i'm making amends
with what they said and what it meant...
what did it have to do with me anyway?
i'm through with your lies
i closed the door to another end...