Lyrics: Wellsaid
Music: Wellsaid
I want things to change,
but not for things to change me.
So give me a hand,
but I also want to rest my head -
to hit it will another dead end.
It makes no sense,
that nothing would make any difference.
I want things fixed,
but not for things to fix me.
So give me a hand,
but I also want to rest my head -
to hit it will another dead end.
It makes no sense,
that nothing would make any difference.
Go make a difference.
Oh whatβs the difference?
Go make a difference
of my head -
to hit it will another dead end.
It makes no sense,
that nothing would make any difference.
I am a finished product.
I am so fu**ing done.
Oh what have I become?