You say, «Why does everything revolve around you?»
You say, «Why does everything I do confound you?»
You say that I pulled the world from under you
You can’t go through it this time
I could be good, and I would
If I knew I was understood
And it’ll be great, just wait
Or is it too little too late?
(Whoo!)
One day, this embarrassment will fade behind me And that day I could think of things that won’t remind me But these days it’s unbearable for both of us We can’t discuss it this way (this way)
I’m gaining strength, tying to learn to pull my own weight
But I’m gaining pounds at the precipice of too late
Just wait
Record and play, after years of endless rewind
Yesterday wasn’t half as tough as this time
This time isn’t Hell
Last time, I couldn’t tell
This mind wasn’t well
Next time, hope I’m…