Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
I have nothing left in my bank account,
I have
nothing left in me,
I have no more delight left to lie about,
and I've got nothing to
show for this counterfeit happy I'm done putting on.
I've perfectly pleased everybody else
to perfectly plan some dream.
Somebody broke all those dreams and I guess I broke someone
else's without even trying.
I'm done putting on.
Now I'm
putting off
this weight of the
world it's not mine anymore and I guess it never was.
So don't get me wrong I'm
not closing the door cuz somewhere I still want what I want.
Well it looks
impossible so I
must be on to something.
They think I'm crazy
cuz right now it's all or nothing.
I don't care if my neat reputations at
stake I'll fall flat on my face 40 times
to break the impossible to get me on to something.
I faked till I've made and I've made to
persuade the world that I've got it all.
Oh but ain't that the game till you crash from the
fame or lack thereof it you hate it you love it.
I'm done putting on.
Now I'm putting off
this weight of the world it's not mine anymore
and I guess it never was.
So don't get me wrong I'm not closing the door cuz somewhere
I still want what I want.
Well it looks impossible so I must be on to something.
Well they think
I've got no more strength to run.
I've got no more place to hide.
Well I've tried and I've cried and I've lied and
I've died to this world enough times to realize.
It looks impossible so I must be on to something.