YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS
TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNING
AND FEEL LIKE I'M YOUR DISEASE
PLEASE, YOU'VE GOT TO BEULIVE
IT'S HARD TO LIVE
HARD TO LEAVE
IT'S HARD TO DEAL
WITH THE HELL THAT I FEEL
NO ONE IS GOING TO HELP ME MAKE IT BETTER
THIS FEELINGS WILL STAY FOREVER
I'LL WASH THE PAIN AWAY
BUT IT WILL COME BACK ANOTHER DAY
THERE'S NO WAY OUT
IT WON'T HELP ME IF YOU'LL SHOUT
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND
LIFE'S AIN'T THAT GRAND
THERE'S NO 'PARADISE CITY
AND NO GIRL IS THAT PRETTY
AND WHILE YOU'RE CRYING
THEY JUST KEEP ON LYING
SAYING THAT THEY CARE
EVEN IF THEY YELL
THEY CAN'T SEE
I'M NOT THAT BIG OF A MYSTERY
'COME ON, PUT ON YOUR HAPPY FACE
WE'RE GOING TO GRANDMA'S PLACE'
IT'S TIME FOR THE SHARADE TO START
CAN'T HELP FEELING LIKE A TART
I'M GIVING YOU WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE
THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
AT LEAST ONE OF US IS HAVING FUN
BUT WHEN IT ALL SET AND DONE
I KNOW I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE
WHO DOESN'T NEED A GUN
WHO JUST NEEDS SOMEONE