Read Time:40 Second
I gotta say, life isnt how I expected.
But in a way, I guess thats nice.
O, not really.
And youd think that Id cry myself to sleep.
And maybe youre right, but what can I do
All these pills, bookkeeping, pleasant things like so
So many things, ah, how I want them, but money comes and goes.
And youd think that Id cry myself to sleep.
And maybe youre right, but what can I do?
What am I upposed to do with this mess called life?
And people say,
Youll figure it out somewhere along the way.
Still every night Id cry myself to sleep.
Do you see a bit of you in me?
And youd think that Id cry myself to sleep.
Do you see a bit of you in me?