Written in school - Not a whole song yet.
We do the same, yet we pretend we don't,
We'll think the same, but still we say we won't.
I say tomorrow, so you say next month,
And I believe that we can wee it both.
Why can't we be without fighting?
Is it really that hard to put a tie on it?
Why can't you let be what's working?
And why can't I accept: it's your thing?
Why do we have to kill it so many ways?