SOMETIMES I THINK OF OLD FRIENDS
BUT THEY ALL SEEM THE SAME
THEN I SEE THEM, AND THEY CAN'T REMEMBER MY NAME
I GUESS I'M JUST LIKE THEM, I GUESS I'M JUST A BORE
I COULD HATE THEM, BUT I'VE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE
I'VE GOT LOTS OF GOOD FRIENDS, I DON'T NEED ANY MORE
AND SOMETIMES WHEN YOU LIE TO ME
SOMETIMES I'LL LIE TO YOU
AND THERE ISN'T A THING YOU COULD POSSIBLY DO
ALL THESE HALF DESTROYED LIVES
AREN'T AS BAD AS THE SEEM
AND THEN I SEE BLOOD AND I HEAR PEOPLE SCREAM
THEN I WAKE UP AND IT'S JUST ANOTHER BAD DREAM
(CH)
AND I CAN'T HELP MYSELF BY FEELING SORRY
BECAUSE I GAVE UP EVERY CHANCE I HAD
IT'S NOT A MOVEMENT, IT'S JUST ANOTHER FAD
LIKE A CRY FOR HELP IN A WORLD GONE MAD