Stephen Stills 



  



So things have gotten weird for you 



The foolish do the things they do 



Mostly talk right at you without speaking 



  



They're deaf and blind and they cannot think 



But now they want to be your shrink 



Probing for the missing link and freaking 



  



And it's all about how you got strange 



Indifferent to their fear of change 



And feeling strong enough to get you peaking 



  



(It's my life) 



And I ... I have no tears left 



(It's my life) 



And I ... well, I ain't done yet 



What do I have left 



  



And you rage at their transparency 



And total insincerity 



That love is why they have to try and help you 



  



But mostly it's about control 



They're terrified that you might go 



And find out for yourself what they can't teach you 



  



Generations that go through this 



The young are punished for their disregard 



For every fool who might want to lead them 



  



But living in the here and now 



Will cleans the waste of the sacred cows 



That clutters up the past you might be seeking 



  



So go ahead and rage and fight 



Insist on finding your own light 



As wisdom cannot be confused by freedom 



  



(It's my life) 



I ... I have no tears left 



(It's my life) 



I ... well, I ain't done yet 



(It's my life) 



I got no tears left 



(It's my life) 



Well, I ain't done yet 



What the hell do I have left