Ain't ashamed to cry

Sometimes it feels just good enough

To feel something

Ain't afraid to try

Well I fail as good as anybody else

Lost interest in politics

When they talk it bores me to the brain

So this is modern living?

The more the choice

The more things stay the same



But, when it comes to you

I must admit I'm at a lost

I'm so confused

And when it comes to you

I don't know how you do what you do

But I like it

Offer up the fantastic

I'm sick from all this plastic glamour

Become a social spastic

No need to walk through your front door no more

Market youth their uniform

If it's so wicked why don't you wear it too

I'm a mass media casaulty

From taking advice

from people that don't have a clue



Sometimes it feels just good enough

to feel something

You make me feel good enough to scream