Barefoot In January
Things That Don't Matter
find myself walking down the same road again
(seems like the 17th time this week)
sometimes i feel self pity is my only friend
(its the only one who stands by me)
why cant the world understand where i come from
they can never see
they dont have the slightest idea how it feels to be me...
how could they hate human beings
for the things that dont matter
(its a mystery to me)
nothin but high hopes
and hopeful dreams to shatter
(your blinded eyes cant see)
i find myself walking down the same raod again
(seems like the 18th time this week)
seems so low its th ebest i've ever been
(cant you see whats going on in me)
From Letras Mania