Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I have nothing left in my bank account

And 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

'Cause somewhere I still want what I want

It looks impossible so I must be onto something

They think I'm crazy 'cause right now it's all or nothing

I don't care if my neat reputation's at stake

I'll fall flat on my face forty times just to break the impossible

To get me onto something

Whoa, whoa, whoa

But I've 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

Now 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

'Cause somewhere I still want what I want

But, it looks impossible so I must be onto something

They think I'm crazy 'cause right now it's all or nothing

I don't care if my neat reputation's at stake

I'll fall flat on my face forty times just to break the impossible

To get me onto something

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

That it looks impossible so I must be onto something

Well, they think I'm crazy 'cause right now it's all or nothing

I don't care if my neat reputation's at stake

I'll fall flat on my face forty times just to break the impossible

To get me onto something