| My fondest thoughts of you, turned out an empty dream
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| What was once left for dead, is yet remaining to be seen
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| This world’s a cold place, sometimes it seems so cruel
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| Unless you learn the hard way, not one taught to me in school
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| I’m so tired of thinking of it, and I gain the wisdom to know what I need
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| And I’ve lost to much time thinking of that girl
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| Not let my anger tear me up the way I do
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| Still my frustrations become to much for me to take
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| It’s a pressing problem not one easy for me to shake
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| I knew something had to break, I knew something had to change
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| No one had to tell me, I could feel it in my heart
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| I’m so tired of thinking of it, and I gain the wisdom to know what I need
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| And I’ve lost to much time thinking of that girl
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| Not let my anger tear me up the way I do, the way I do
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| I wake with head on in the morning
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| But seem to lose it somewhere along the way
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| And it don’t feel right
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| Head ons gonna keep me from the deep end, and I will tighten up loose screws
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| And make it feel right
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| I’m so tired of thinking of it, and I gain the wisdom to know what I need
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| And I’ve lost to much time thinking of that girl
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| Not let my anger tear me up the way I do, the way I do
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| The way we always do |