In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know

I try but I can't see what you see I am not a child now I can take care of myself I mustn't let them down now Mustn't let them see me cry I'm fine, I'm fine I'm too tired to listen I'm too old to believe All these childish stories

This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me Like a small boat On the ocean

You said 'hello', I loved you so, I want you to know, I had to let go, I'm falling in love again. I just gotta believe there's something better. I just gotta believe there's something more than you and me. I've just gotta believe, I've just gotta

They're wrong That we're estranged and all alone They believe nothing can reach us And pull us out of the boundless gloom Yeah, baby, they're wrong They'll say, no one can see us They'll say the sun is dying And the fragile can't be saved And the cold,

It's where I drank my first beer It's where I found Jesus Where I wrecked my first car, I tore it all to pieces I learned the path to heaven Is full of sinners and believers Learned that happiness on earth Ain't just for high achievers

Finally believe in me When you finally trust me I will let you down I'll let you down I'll There's no need to fear Everyone's here Waiting for you to finally be one of us

Sometimes I'm scared of you Treat you right, be with you day and night Sometimes I hide But all I really want is to hold you tight Sometimes I run (sometimes) I wanna believe in everything that you say 'Cause it sounds so good But if you really want me,

Then you suffer Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass When you believe in things that you don't understand Very superstitious, writings on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past

'Cause we have had enough All the violence has touched every part of our lives Our innocence is gone tonight We have had enough In my head there is a riot Turn the channel on the tv Another boy shot tonight I can't believe what I am seeing A body bag, a