Lyrics

Turn back the clock to how I came to be A kid with a dream who's so angry A loner on Guitar and skipping out on class Teachers keep telling me that I won't last Half past eight and I'm about to BREAK Doctor's keep saying it's my A.D.D. (Teacher's Voice - Straight F's on your card) Yeah that means FUCK YOU!!! Saying I'm crazy and to drop the Rockstar Dream and be a good doctor "I'd make a good doc" Maybe I could make a good lawyer somehow It's like I'm falling fast straight through the glass The pills they tend to never last oh no I'm starting to let go Seeing black when I react My heads wrapped up no turning back I know I'm like an Overdose Little taste of fame and groupies everywhere Left my old band cause my heart wasn't there (Bro you're making a mistake - Did he really cut his hair?) They're calling me crazy and I really don't give a shit Someone call a good doctor "Is there a good doc?" Probably time to find a good Lawyer right now It's like I'm falling fast straight through the glass The pills they tend to never last oh no I'm starting to let go Seeing black when I react My heads wrapped up no turning back I know I'm like an Overdose The pills go down the sun comes up I'm never giving up The Same old fashion with new passion I'm never growing up It's like I'm falling fast straight through the glass The pills they tend to never last oh no I'm starting to let go Seeing black when I react My heads wrapped up no turning back I know I'm like an Overdose
Writer(s): Michael Money Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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