The way I see it,
There's nothing I can say
To make this easier
On you.
You wanted answers,
But now you've got your way
You prefer miracles
To truth.
You're so very clever.
Ain't that the gospel truth?
And all the world's locked gates and doors
Swing open just for you.
Just wait until you're eighteen
And you're let loose on society.
You'll show the world, you'll show them all
The overnight success you're gonna be.
You wannabe, you wanna be
Without the mess of trying to be.
Did you really wanna hear
"There is nothing you can't do,"
Now you're responsible,
What the hell is your excuse?
Your old possibilities,
You have thrown them all away.
You can't believe your eyes,
Sore from crying over wasted
Years and years and years go by
And you'll do anything but try
To salvage something from the wreck
And make somebody of yourself.
The time's not right, and neither is the weather
So you've got no choice but to pause all your endeavours.
What's the use in trying if perfection isn't there?
If it's not all the way, why bother going anywhere?
I am sick of your excuses.
Is that all you've got?
Did you really wanna hear
"There is nothing you can't do,"
Now you're responsible,
What the hell is your excuse?
Your old possibilities,
You have thrown them all away.
You can't believe your eyes,
Sore from crying over wasted
Years and years and years go by
And you'll do anything but try
To salvage something from the wreck
And make somebody of yourself.
Waiting on that nonexistant perfect time to go
Has always been the perfect way never to try, the perfect way never to know.
Did you really wanna hear
"There is nothing you can't do,"
Now you're responsible,
What the hell is your excuse?
Your old possibilities,
You have thrown them all away.
You can't believe your eyes,
Sore from crying over wasted
Years and years and years go by
And you'll do anything but try
To salvage something from the wreck
And make somebody of yourself.