Sweatbead

I try to stop the train To get used to pain To get used to take the shit they're talking And i can't explain Whatever happened I try to write it down on paper And i don't know why you called me over You said you tried to make me bitter But i don't think you would do a thing like... That's not your way of getting sober Tell me more about your career I'll give you compliments not telling how i lie And suppose i don't have feelings for you What good does that do Anyway it's sad to say And ignore that i'm not looking at you And don't care what our friends say Why do they bother anyway