Anymore, anymore I still don't have the reason And you don't have the time And it really makes me wonder Give me something to believe in 'Cause I don't believe in you So this is goodbye, yeah If I ever gave a fuck about you I wonder if it even makes a

You never look at me now, You never look me in the face, I'm a bad motherfucker who lives it everyday I am in a living hell, makes me wonder if I'm alive Can't seem to bring myself to figure out why I shove and I pull away from the things That I call you

Pay attention to the cracked streets And the broken homes Some call it slums Some call it nice I want to take you through A wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradise Dear mother It makes me wonder why I'm still here

When I make it shine Leave it all to me I know, you see Somehow the world will change for me And be so wonderful

Does Fort Worth ever cross your mind? You left me here to be with him in Dallas And I know it hurt you at the time I wonder now if it makes a difference Cold Fort Worth beer just ain't no good for jealous I tried it night after night You're in someone

Oh but I love you, I love you, I love you Knocks me off my feet I don't want to bore you with it That makes me weak and But there's sumptin 'bout your love Darling I don't want to bore you with it I see us in the park Strolling the summer days of

The animal in me I found something I could sink my teeth into Its the thing in you that feeds It feels like thunder When we're slowly diggin' in. It kinda makes me wonder About the lovers that have been. Lyin' in my bed with her hands tied up I knew it

See how they run Lady Madonna, children at your feet Wonder how you manage to make ends meet Who finds the money when you pay the rent? Did you think that money was heaven sent? Friday night arrives without a suitcase Sunday morning creeping like a nun

Right at you And I'm aiming right at you Two hundred fifty thousand miles on a clear night in June I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon Without you We touch I feel a rush It isn't much but its enough to make me wonder what's in store

It don't make any sense to me And I wonder This life makes no sense to me I've got to run away I was just trying to be myself Have it your way; I'll meet you in hell It's hypocritical of you Do as you say, not as you do