December 1, 2002/Punk Rock attempt
Its not easy being me, there’s no shelter from debris
There’s too much going on, if you don’t know where you’re from.
Its traumatic not seeing you I get dramatic what can I do?
I don’t know where you’re going I don’t know where I’ve been
I walk alone through crowded streets,
Looking into the faces of those I meet,
The feeling seems to drive me insane,
Got soul-mates on the brain.
Feels like there’s nothing left for me
With each person that I see
Laughter seems to fill the air
People having fun without a care
I got soul-mates on the brain.
Its tragic being me, I get dramatic don’t you see.
I hate this situation going on, I fuck this feeling ’til its gone.
I’m restless and confused; I feel like I’m being used.
I can’t seem to live without you; can you live without him?
Each person that passes by,
Stops my breath, and makes me sigh:
I keep hoping I’ll find the one,
Wondering why she’ll never come.
These people who pass me by,
I check their face, look into their eyes,
I shouldn’t really care,
When I think about it, I haven’t a prayer.
My soul-mate will never come.
Its tragic being me. I get dramatic don’t you see.
You know that you can trust me So why can’t you be true?
I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t know what to do
Its not easy being me, there’s no shelter from debris
There’s confusion in the air
I shoot myself but you don’t care
Its dramatic being me,
Its traumatic can’t you see.
I’m restless and confused
I feel like I’m being used
Its tragic being me.
I get dramatic don’t you see.
I walk alone through crowded streets,
Looking into the faces of those I meet,
Each person that passes by,
Stops my breath, and makes me sigh:
Feels like there’s nothing left for me
Though I keep hoping I’ll find the one,
There’s confusion in the air
But no one seems to care,
I’ve got soulmates on the brain.
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C Am
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