you say good start i say perfect ending this world has no heart and mine is beyond mending wiping down menus of food i can t afford if this is my destiny then why am i so bored am i suicidal or am i hungry american idol get the hell off my t v can t write songs as well as you can t play guitar the way that i want to i can sense the future in this pennsylvania night it is sealed for my protection but if i can pick my poison i just might breaking up is hard to do but waking up is harder i had plans and they fell through now i m back to beg and barter 