its not working anymore i m stuck in things i ve always done before i am broken i am sore i don t wanna live in here anymore woe somethin s got to go i ve gone and made myself sick smokin cigarettes bein such a dictator and sooner or later i ll die nobody there will even think to cry what kind of living is that woe somethin s got to go woe woe yeah what kind of living is that it s not easy being here i run in circles like i ve done for years i am angry i am scared how much more til i disappear woe somethin s got to go i ve gone and made myself ill wastin time stuck in years of frustration i ve never been patient at all i can t run until i learn to crawl what kind of living is that woe woe yeah what kind of living is that woe no no no somethin s got to go 