Shakespeare

You can't be trusted walking home alone near that bridge You're always looking over, wondering how it'd feel to fall Your teeth don't smile, they're just grinding from ear to ear Walking slowly, dragging the weight of the world on your shoulders We are all fools in the making Here at the end of the day The helicopters overhead, loud as mind games you play You're trapped inside your head, always pushing your boulder Wondering how to end it all Your friends won't smile, they'll be frowning from ear to ear Walking slowly, dragging what's left of your world on their shoulders We are all fools in the making Here at the end of the day Smile