I’ve got no politics, no influential friend or two.
I’ve got ideas, but it’s nothing I picked up at school.
I might be running, but I’m never running back to you.
And here’s a letter from the real world, I don’t expect your reply.
And anything you’re gonna tell me, it’s just another lie.
I had to wait so long, the weeks and months that passed me by.
You’ve got no power and my situations don’t apply.
You ask me how I am, I lie and say I’m doing fine.
And with your sugar-sweetened alibis, there was a truth I never knew.
And all the attitude you gave me, it’s coming back to you.
String of lies, it’s always compromise with you.
String of lies, you know there’s nothing left to do.
String of lies, it’s been a string of lies with you.
And here’s a letter from the real world, I don’t expect your reply.
And anything you’re gonna tell me, it’s just another lie. |
