Time to bum it all away, time to think of what to say
time to go right back to yesterday
time for movements in the past, time for something that won't last
not just fire quick and die off fast

Things are never what they seem
I'm stuck inside of someone else's dream
problems never go away...
I'm sick of being caught in yesterday

Everyday it's still the same, different faces, different names
but still stuck here playing these stupid games
maybe soon I'll figure out what giving up is all about
my heart is filled so full of doubt

Don't turn around, don't look ahead
I won't listen to all the lies I'm fed
I don't have to listen to you
so don't you fucking tell me what to do