before the having a nice time

or so it seems

dancing to some stupid beat

no one likes

i stand outside and what i see makes me smile again

your revolutionary mind

drunk again

by now i know

i'm gonna walk back home alone

trying to find someone in which

you could find yourself looking for love

but you end up signs in poetry to some

crazy b**h

so what is left to do is drink or forget myself

but deep inside the pain remains

the night is cold

by now i know

it's really me i have to go

well so it is

gonna dance out with the breeze