What anger was built up inside? What motivated him? Who gave him the right to decide? Late at night in the silence To take our sleep in his own hands Steal our dreams and destroy our chances Of being great and being awake
Try and shut it out Pretend that you're not there When will the fun end for them? As soon as it starts for us Tomorrow will never come again I'm not ready, it's all your fault
We've got better things to do I'd like to think that you do to We've got better things to do And now I'm sick of standing
Out in the cold When I shouldn't be anywhere Why does this always happen? I guess I shouldn't care It's not a test but it's not for real
