Change, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab

day by day
everything the same
for way to long
i've been playing this game
the same old vice
the same old price
it's so predictable
it's so precise

bored with this life
can't afford this life
used to adore this life
i need change

the pages turn
they overflow with ink
and as i fill them
i don't stop to blink
repeated letters
on each and every page
usually spelling out
my sadness or rage

bored with this life
can't afford this life
used to adore this life
i need change

give me a reason
to wake up tomorrow
take away my pain
erase my sorrow
tired of searching
for reasons to live
i'm all out of energy
nothing left to give
Posted: 2005-01-21 00:01:47 UTC

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