Paroles de 107

Unless you could see inside my head You couldn't possibly understand I'm happier when things are falling apart But you'll never know just by looking at me Strung out on the future Burnt out on the past Sometimes I'd rather burn this place to the ground And you know, it just may be me But the parking lot with all those creeps Keeps me convincing myself I'm completely sane With sleep overrated and my ideals outdated I know that I wouldn't want it any other way I can't explain when this races through my mind Can't explain, but I know why We're going down