Tekster: Thrice. Better Days.

What's the use in hoping
when you always get let down
what's the use in smiling
when all you wanna do is frown
i'm drowning, in a sea of hate-filled eyes
and she's screaming
but no one hears her cries
is anybody hear to see a band
did anybody come to hear a song
does anyone believe in magic
is anybody here to sing along
people shove me down they're coming from all sides
and as i look around
something just don't seem right
I i feel so all alone
though the people inundate
I i see no joy or desperation
only senseless hate

is this the same scene
that i used to think i loved
or was i just na?ve
and were they always out for blood
i've seen better days,
but i know that we can make a change
i've seen better days but we can change!