Besedila: Garbage. Soldier Through This.

You work too hard
So when you come home to me
You are tired and
You don't wanna talk about it

You envy my drive and how I am motivated

We'll go down to the park and
Check out the carnival
For a while and
Try to forget all about it

I'm out of control and you don't appreciate it

Believe it, I need it
I feel intoxicated
I love it, I want it
Don't make me leave you for it

You say I've changed
Self centered and vain
And you don't respect me for it

The world is the same
So I'll play the game
And you've grown to hate me for it

So we're rearranged
There's no one to blame
But still you resent me for it

I call all the shots
I hold all the cards
And you feel emasculated

Believe it, I need it
I feel intoxicated
I love it, I want it
Don't make me leave you for it

Believe it, I need this
I feel intoxicated
I love it, I want it
Don't make me leave you for it

Believe it, I need this
I feel intoxicated
I love it, I want it
Don't make me leave you for it

How do we reconcile this?
How do we reconcile this?
How do we reconcile this?
How do we reconcile this?

I'm able to soldier through this