It's late at night, I'm done My schedule now is gone, got no will to move on But I'll send a thousand emails more and wait for no reply No one's at my door They write about who's trendy while the rest of us r jerking off I'm 35 and I feel lost I paid the cost My Bandcamp sold one song I'll never make the stupid "Rolling Stone" I'll try to book a show At least I'll get a meal and an empty front row My Facebook page is such a bore I'd better roll a joint (Childhood dreams ignored) I've had some t-shirts made but the ink was shit and no one cared My aim is now impaired and it feels like hell My hit was never aired My Broken Heart Will Never be Repaired My Broken Heart Will Never be Repaired My Broken Heart Will Never be Repaired