Yeah, I guess I think too much
I'm so stressed, my head is numb
That's why it's hard for me to breathe
All I here is what you want
I wouldn't care but it's all I've got
I only wish that I could breathe

Sometimes this world's too hard for me
And I gotta breathe, and I gotta bleed
And I gotta die that's what I need
When I look around this place
And see the empty look on everybodys face
Then I know there's nothing to believe

Rock and rolls begun to say
There's nothing punk on the air waves
So I guess I'll do a fucking soda commercial
Or I'll sound just like the sixties
What will work for them surely will work for me
And I'm giving up on music as an art form

Sometimes this world's too hard for me
And I gotta breathe, and I gotta bleed
And I gotta die that's what I need
When I look around this place
And see the empty look on everybodys face
Then I know there's nothing to believe

I think I just need some fresh air
I think I just need some fresh air

Sometimes this world's too hard for me
And I gotta breathe, and I gotta bleed
And I gotta die that's what I need
When I look around this place
And see the empty look on everybodys face
Then I know there's nothing to believe