| No one to wonder when I’ll be home
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| One more night stoned alone
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| Ever-increasing notches on my belt
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| I want to feel more than just sorry for myself
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| I still feel stupid when I cry
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| I need to try
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| To find a way to fix my head
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| And not be so damn self-obsessed
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| To learn to like to be myself
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| And not rely on someone else
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| To care not for fear and not for doubt
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| And just for those I care about
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| To try because I want to try
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| And not to try for only I
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| I wait for something to change
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| Maybe what should change is really me
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| Now I can see why I was cast aside
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| You’ll all have a better love, you’ll all have a better life
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| Now I can see why I was cast aside
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| You’ll all have a better love, you’ll all have a better life
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| Watch me spread my wings just to fall down
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| Watch me waiting here, flat-faced little clown |