Tekster: Age Of Electric. Mad At The World.

I'm not staying, I'm not staying around
I'm not staying, I'm not staying around
How did you get get get, so down
I cannot pick you up, I cannot even pick up myself
You're only happy when you're, mad at the world
How can I stay mad at you
Count the scars on your skin
A cry for help, or a cry for attention
I'm not staying, I'm not staying around
I cannot pick you up, when nothing is ever good enough
You're only happy when you're, mad at the world
How can I stay mad at you
You're only happy when you're, mad at the world
How can I stay mad

It always has to go this way
You thrive on conflict, you live to complain
Tears of a crocodile, advertise your suicide
Your half empty cup, runneth over
Your scarred wrists, a child's fists
You're only happy when you're, mad at the world
How can I stay mad at you
You're only happy when you're, mad at the world
How can I stay mad at you
Can I stay mad at you