Something breaks inside of you With the spectacle of all the shows With fifteen fights and your six bucks Has gone up some promoters nose Jaded eyes see clearly but only half of what's there Good old days are left behind what's left is boredom and despair
But sometimes every once in a while Its beautiful I would say, I wouldn't have it any other way If I said different it would be a lie What was once rebellion is now clearly just a social sect But are you just upset because your own social clique has left Leave when you want because I know that someday I will too But I wont burn my bridges and be just another jaded fool
