You take it all upon yourself.
Sometimes I think it’s hard to tell.
Sometimes you don’t know what you got,
you take more than you need and think you’re something that you’re not.
So it goes, so it goes. Right back in the middle man.
So it goes
So it goes, so it goes. Right back in the middle man.
So it goes.
Taste the bottom of the well.
You drink the dirty water still.
Another morning fill the cups.
The lies you tell yourself to keep you going, make you numb.
So it goes, so it goes. Right back in the middle man.
So it goes.
So it goes, so it goes. Right back in the middle man.
So it goes.
There’s no scene.
There’s no road.
There’s no future, living in the past.
There’s no scene.
There’s no road.
There’s no future, living in the past.
There’s no scene.
There’s no road.
There’s no future, living in the past.
There’s no scene.
There’s no road.
There’s no future.