I am angry all the time
No one's fault but mine.
Tell me how you fashion time when you're out of style?And I try hard to answer all the questions that you've posed
Tell me now how should I care, I feel so alone and so unloved?And the pressure is rising, I mean it, it's binding
I've been compromising for you.
The pressure is rising, I mean it, it's binding
I've been compromising for you.You come home real late at night, ripe to pick a fight.
I know just the kind you like, so come on and bite.
And I try hard to answer all the punches that you throw
Tell me now how should I fair when I feel so unloved and so aloneAnd the pressure is rising, I mean it, it's binding.
I've been compromising for you.
The pressure is rising, I mean it, it's binding.
I've been compromising for you.
The pressure is rising.
I've been compromising for you.
I'm waiting at the bus stop in the morning and it's boring
I'm waiting at the bus stop for you
Staring at walls with closed doors and a key that wont work
Sure helps the time pass buy
Saying I'm wrong when I'm wrong
Knowing it's the right thing
Sure helps the thoughts in my mind.I'm waiting at the bus stop for you staring at walls with closed doors and a key that wont work sure helps the time pass buy
Saying I'm wrong when I'm wrong
Knowing it's the right thing
Sure helps the thoughts in my mind.
And the pressure is rising, I mean it, it's binding.
I've been compromising for you.
The pressure is rising, I mean it, it's binding.
I've been compromising for you.
And the pressure is rising, I mean it, it's binding.
I've been compromising for you.
The pressure is rising, I mean it, it's binding.
I've been compromising for you.I'm waiting at the bus stop in the morning and it's boring.
I'm waiting at the bus stop in the morning and it's boring.
I'm waiting at the bus stop for you.
