Green Interstate - 162nd St. Lyrics

It's easier to complain
About nothing when you're stuck in a room
Always finding different ways to get myself bored
It's not my job to be happy
I'll try to comfort the gloom
The past will come back and haunt me
Don't wake me up
I'll sleep for good
I'm crying for help
You ignore all the screams
Left behind in the dust
I lost sight of the lead
And all of my friends have gone farther than me
I'm not better than you
Yeah you're better than me
They say that I should find some way to help keep myself sane
Pick up an instrument
Maybe to find some fame
But it'll never work out
I guess I'll burn with the pain
It looks like we got another one who goes down being lame