What anger was built up inside?
What motivated him?
Who gave him the right to decide?
Late at night in the silence
To take our sleep in his own hands
Steal our dreams and destroy our chances
Of being great and being awake
Try and shut it out
Pretend that you're not there
When will the fun end for them?
As soon as it starts for us
Tomorrow will never come again
I'm not ready, it's all your fault
We've got better things to do
I'd like to think that you do to
We've got better things to do
And now I'm sick of standing
Out in the cold
When I shouldn't be anywhere
Why does this always happen?
I guess I shouldn't care
It's not a test but it's not for real
