It's hard to wake upwhen the shades have been pulled shutthis house is hauntedit's so patheticit makes no sense at alli'm ripe with things to saythe words rot and fall awaywhat stupid poem can fix this home i'd read it every daySo here's your holidayhope you enjoy this timeyou gave it all awayit was mineso when your dead and gonewell you, you'll never guess my twenty years now lostits not rightTheir anger hurts my earsbeen burnin' strong for seven yearsrather than fix the problems, they never solve themit makes no sense at alli see them every daywe get along, so why can't they?if this is what he wants and this is what she wantsthen why is there so much pain?So here's your holidayhope you enjoy this timeyou gave it all awayit was mineso when your dead and gonewell you, you'll never guess my twenty years now lostit's not rightSo heres your holidayhope you enjoy this timeyou gave it all awayit was mineso when your dead and gonewell you, you'll never guess my twenty years now lostit's not rightit's not rightit's not right it's not right
