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I'm sick of always being the underdog when I try so hard and I wake up wondering what the answers are Well, I - I guess I'll put it this way: Dear Journal, this marks year one of writing you I'm growing tired of all the world has put me through And I can't live like this Everything's a blur and I'm counting the hours until it'll end Well could it be That we are not so different, them and me We all have but one purpose and someday they'll see that they can't live without it They might just die without it I hope the latter comes before they come for me You know this is just blowing steam But maybe this time it's worse than it seems In a city by the sea We would lie there, them and me We would dance all night 'til the sun goes down by the hands of the powers that be And you know this much is true That we're living in a dream But the day will come when we all look back on the disaster that we've seen Dear Journal, this is the last I'm writing you The pressure's high, I'm going insane, how 'bout you And I can't live like this All the world's a stage Letras de cancionesAnd here's one actor who will not conform to scripted days You know this is just blowing steam But maybe this time it's worse than it seems In a city by the sea We would lie there, them and me We would dance all night 'til the sun goes down by the hands of the powers that be And you know this much is true That we're living in a dream But the day will come when we all look back on the disaster that we've seen Bordered by the ideals we encounter everyday Oh, I tell myself, there's got to be another way Bordered by the ideals we encounter everyday Oh, I tell myself, there's got to be another way From Letras Mania