Got a time, A place To leave without a trace. You got a song, A taste of what's to come. You had it all in your palm, Till i raised the alarm and i won't keep calm no more as edure this. I get a little irate, They say "what you stressed out for?" I get a little heartache. It don't get no easier.
Locked away. So what do you do it for? In your hallways and cellars a fallout shelter. Such a waste. Where do you go from here? In your dark days just you remember, It's far from over.
Got the soul, the skill, you don't know how to heal. You've got to feel all my empathy. You get a little heartache, They say your pride is torn, You're to young to feel this numb.
Guess you tried to keep it cool, Even though, even though Love is never equal, Yes i know yes i know
