Besedila: Vains Of Jenna. The Art Of Telling Lies. I Don't Care.

I've lost my insperation
I've lost my faith in life
No meds could ever help me
Why am I still alive?

Got a feelin' of alienation
Got no place to call my own
Can't find no explanation
What's goin' on?

I'm sinkin' in this quicksand!

I don't care
I don't care about nothing
I don't care at all
Hang my soul in a rope from the ceiling
Nail my heart to the floor
I don't care
I don't care about nothing
I don't care at all
If I live, If I die, If I'm nothing
I don't care anymore

Can't find no motivation
Can't find my place in line
Nobody seams to get me
And I'm runnin' out of time

I need a head on confrontation
With a mind that ain't my own
Get rid of my aggravation
And carry on

I'm deeper in this quicksand

I don't care
I don't care about nothing
I don't care at all
Hang my soul in a rope from the ceiling
Nail my heart to the floor
I don't care
I don't care about nothing
I don't care at all
If I live, If I die, If I'm nothing
I don't care anymore
Turn off the television
That sound just drives me insane
White noise like suffocation
Turn it off it drives me crazy