Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I have nothing left in my bank account
And I have nothing left in me
I have no more delight left to lie about
And I've got nothing to show for this counterfeit happy
I'm done putting on
I've perfectly pleased everybody else
To perfectly plan some dream
Somebody broke all those dreams and I guess
I broke someone else's without even trying
I'm done putting on
Now I'm putting off this weight of the world
It's not mine anymore
And I guess it never was
So don't get me wrong I'm not closing the door
'Cause somewhere I still want what I want
It looks impossible so I must be onto something
They think I'm crazy 'cause right now it's all or nothing
I don't care if my neat reputation's at stake
I'll fall flat on my face forty times just to break the impossible
To get me onto something
Whoa, whoa, whoa
But I've faked till I've made and I've made to persuade
The world that I've got it all
Oh, but ain't that the game till you crash from the fame
Or lack thereof it, you hate it, you love it
Now I'm done putting on
Now I'm putting off this weight of the world
It's not mine anymore
And I guess it never was
So don't get me wrong I'm not closing the door
'Cause somewhere I still want what I want
But, it looks impossible so I must be onto something
They think I'm crazy 'cause right now it's all or nothing
I don't care if my neat reputation's at stake
I'll fall flat on my face forty times just to break the impossible
To get me onto something
I've got no more strength to run
I've got no more place to hide
Well I've tried and I've cried and I've lied and I've died
To this world enough times to realize
That it looks impossible so I must be onto something
Well, they think I'm crazy 'cause right now it's all or nothing
I don't care if my neat reputation's at stake
I'll fall flat on my face forty times just to break the impossible
To get me onto something