Ballad For The Lost Romantics
Ive grown sick
Ive gotten older
I finally have an audience to ignore me
I can yell all I want
But you still cant hear me
Im punching myself out
Holding in my breath
I can take this lightly
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do what Im not supposed to
Heres to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Lets toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
I ight say things that you dont wanna hear
But someday you might care
And I wont be there
No I wont be there
Heres to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Lets toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
Im punching myself out
Holding in my breath
I can yell all I want
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do what Im not supposed to
Heres to us fools that have no meaing
I tip my glass to you
Lets toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
