Don't panic (yeah) Can't we take it back to the start When love's not playing out like the movies It doesn't mean it's falling apart Yeah we change, yeah we change, yeah we feel so lost And we don't know who we are Yeah we break, yeah we break and we

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Well worries and trouble darling, babe you know I've had my share Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Everyday,

Memoria, memoria No I don't have a gun As I want you to be And I swear that I don't have a gun Come as you are, as you were As a friend, as a friend As an known enemy Take your time, hurry up

I know, I know, I know That I wish I was there with you You give me a reason Something to believe in You give me a meaning Something I can breathe in It's a bittersweet feeling Longing and I'm leaving I go, I go, I go

If you were there you'd know That I care If you were there you'd know I care for you baby You're the one that makes my day a dream come true Yet and still you wander if I think of you You ought to see how the other girls behave when you're not round And

I don't need you. And I know you don't need me. I don't need friendship. I don't need flowers in the Spring. And you surely don't want me. I don't need love and affection. I don't peace and harmony. And you surely don't need me.

Hold up, walking on a tightrope How could I switch on you? This the only thing I know Stay down and be loyal, now we ballin' like the pros Remember when I used to sit and plan it with the bros Nowadays I'm just sellin' out these shows She tell me that

Ain't no going back now This is the line and I walk alone Know where I wanna be, but I'm far from home Just trying to make it on my own And unless they send me clothes, I don't answer phones This is the line, and I walk alone Don't know where I'm at now

Now they say home is where the hate is Pulling up, “Hi, haters!” I know, I’ve been on a hiatus Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by Las Vegas Ain’t it ironic before I was twenty one I put my future on the table and I won See they told me, “Life’s

Oh well, I'm ignorant But not to the fact that I'm ignorant, of course I know that, I'm indifferent I don't care to know what I don't I don't care 'til I'm coming home And my dad tell me some shit about when he my age, he was doing shit Protesting about