Ballad For The Lost Romantics -

I’ve grown sick

I’ve gotten older

I finally have an audience to ignore me I can yell all I want

But you still can’t hear me

I’m punching myself out

Holding in my breath

I can take this lightly

Throwing up the words that I said to you

I always do what I’m not supposed to Here’s to us fools

That have no meaning

I tip my glass to you

Let’s toast the night away to friends

And forget about tomorrow

I ight say things that you don’t wanna hear

But someday you might care

And I won’t be there

No I won’t be there

Here’s to us fools

That have no meaning

I tip my glass to you

Let’s toast the night away to friends

And forget about tomorrow

I’m punching myself out

Holding in my breath

I can yell all I want

Throwing up the words that I said to you

I always do what I’m not supposed to Here’s to us fools that have no meaing

I tip my glass to you

Let’s toast the night away to friends

And forget about tomorrow