Early November "Look At Me" |
Everybody looks at me, Like they're so surprised that I can breathe. I need to get out of this town. I need to run for miles now. And all my lack of style, I blame on him. And all I want is this: I need to have my time, But I'm glued, I'm glued to the script. Everybody looks at me, Then turns to their friend and says something. I hate this town and my new life. I'm tired of waiting all the time. And all my lack of skills, I blame on him. And all I ask is this: I need to feel alive, But you're glued, you're glued to the script. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |