sing

You wonder why we all do drugs
We put our hearts in
and get out shrugs

A man who's singing to the microphone
Is really never happy
Inside he's alone

My feelings tonight consume me
Though everything's fake
as if you knew me

If lonely's all you've ever known
All the things you know
Don't seem so known

I can give advice to a broken heart
I knew you'd get there
It's the price of art

You're just another artist
in protest
you raise your fist

Screaming to God you said
"Let me die tonight
make this my deathbed"

Your fingers bleed when you play
the chords mean nothing
that's what they say