You say good start
I say perfect ending
This world has no heart
And mine is beyond mending
Wiping down menus
Of food I cant afford
If this is my destiny
Then why am I so bored?
[CHORUS:]
Am I suicidal,
Or am I hungry?
American Idol
Get the hell off my TV
Cant write songs
As well as you
Cant 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
[CHORUS]
Breaking up is hard to do
But waking up is harder
I had plans, and they fell through
Now Im back to beg and barter
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