Fireside - Sweatbead

I try to stop the train
To get used to pain
To get used to take the shit they're talking
And i can't explain
Whatever happened
I try to write it down on paper
And i don't know why you called me over
You said you tried to make me bitter
But i don't think you would do a thing like...
That's not your way of getting sober
Tell me more about your career
I'll give you compliments not telling how i lie

And suppose i don't have feelings for you
What good does that do
Anyway it's sad to say
And ignore that i'm not looking at you
And don't care what our friends say
Why do they bother anyway