I gotta say' life isn't how I expected.
But in a way' I guess that's nice.
O' not really.
And you'd think that I'd cry myself to sleep.
And maybe you're 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 you'd think that I'd cry myself to sleep.
And maybe you're right' but what can I do?
What am I upposed to do with this mess called life?
And people say'
'You'll figure it out somewhere along the way.'
Still every night I'd cry myself to sleep.
Do you see a bit of you in me?
And you'd think that I'd cry myself to sleep.
Do you see a bit of you in me?
