i'd like to think that i don't care 
just push away my problems like there's no one there 
these days are long, to long to spend waiting 
for storms over a tragic end 
and this is how we'll meet embraced in misery 
searching for love in all this hurt 
it's the cold, cold world versus you and me 
i write just to forget nothing's the same 
you drink just to forget 
because you can't deal with the pain 
but you're not to blame, i know we're the same 
i used to think solutions were clear 
guided by a crowd that came and went with the years 
those days are gone but i'm still holding on 
trying to fight the world through a pen and a song 
there was a time (and it's coming back) 
where i'd look at someone like you 
and know we're the same (because we are the same) 
i'm through with the games... 
this world is fucked, but i'm still looking up 
i broke the rules and now i'm making amends 
with what they said and what it meant... 
what did it have to do with me anyway? 
i'm through with your lies 
i closed the door to another end...