Was running free but now the road is fading Can't believe it got to this degree You turn your shoulder with the face your making Cause sad attempts are what you gave to me I hope it was a lie
No one can hear you Not a thing you say So you can do yourself a favor And tell it to me straight
Capture moments in a box then keep 'em Tucked away like they were history Gun the crowd with a steaming pistol Such a way to make some misery I hope you get it right No one can hear you Not a thing you say So you can do yourself a favor So brave yourself And tell it to me
