Testo di Fremont

Such minimal and worthless things I get myself into I get myself in two And paragraphs rest angry words onto a landscape That sinks me down to a level much lower than that Of an angry kid with loaded words and too many silences And I am looking back on these past few years I've led myself on to think I'm better than this I can't be better than this Say what you wanted to say The glory days have worn away Stranded, we aren't the hopeless Stranded, we aren't the hopeless We've got it figured out or so it may seem Maybe I just need some sleep