i stop and i think about the life i could live without watching another follow the other blind faith that s the way it is these days how did it come to this born in the eighties made me crazy i was barely born but i have learned to feel alive i must be out of my mind to act this way i tell them all of the time that i m okay but when you see me next one thing you can expect i guarantee that i ll be out of my mind i stop and i think about the life i could live without hearing soft lies said with kind eyes blind faith that s the way it is how did we ever come to this born in the eighties made us crazy consider the trouble of the double decade kind staring out the window only just to see it s not enough for me it s not enough for me all the faces only make me want to say make me want to say i think i ve lost my way
['Unknown genre']