She took a letter from the post office on Second Street Not addressed to her The love letter is written all by me Every word is fuel for the furnace in her heart She's a fire breathing dragon And I'm a dying star Again, again, again You let me down again, again, again You let me down again, again, again And now I'm feeling dead And now I'm feeling dead And now I'm feeling dead And now I'm feeling dead And now I'm feeling dead And now I'm feeling dead And I'll have it some day The subtle feeling of a different life The kind of lifestyle in which I want to survive It is ultimately up to you Nobody wants to hear my stories or experiences Not a soul seems to care But I feel like I should share I got visions for miles Enough to make a blind man see All I don't have is a hand to show the side of me Again, again, again You let me down again, again, again You let me down again, again, again And now I'm feeling dead And now I'm feeling dead And now I'm feeling dead And now I'm feeling dead And now I'm feeling dead And now I'm feeling dead And I'll have it some day The subtle feeling of a different life The kind of lifestyle in which I want to survive It is ultimately up to you (up to you, it's up, it's up to you) You're betting on the sunrise And I'll have it some day The subtle feeling of a different life The kind of lifestyle in which I want to survive It is ultimately up to you