Tired again, when will it turn around?
Wound up tight and ready to unwind.
Turn it around one more time.
It’s getting older each and every day.
I found the other way to go now.
The sun sets tomorrow but I won’t be there.
I’ll let you know, before I go, without you.
All alone, by myself to escape the bitter tongue.
Behind my back they’re talking trash.
And I don’t even care.
The sun sets tomorrow but I won’t be there.
I don’t know what happened, too much has changed.