Texty: Never Heard Of It. 11 Days. Hard Headed.

Have you ever felt some days
You might just fade away
You had it in your hands, and watched it slip through once again
Like a broken glass stone, you're not good for anything
You can try and cut me down
Not gonna play your stupid games

'Cause I'm the guy
Who's always wasted everything
You can try and stop me, stepping in the rain

'Cause I'm so
Hard-headed, idiotic, self-centered, it's ironic
Nothing ever mattered to me
Till the time you thought you knew me
I know you really want it
That's half the fun of it
You'll keep on coming back
It's not a promise, it's a fact

As time goes by
You made the choices we all know are right
You're so cool
You smoked some pot and then dropped out of school
But what do I care and what do I know
Stabbed in the back as soon as I watched you go
Soon as I watched you go

'Cause I'm the guy
Who's always wasted everyday
You can try and stop me, stepping in the rain

'Cause I'm so
Hard-headed, idiotic, self-centered, it's ironic
Nothing ever mattered to me
Till the time you thought you knew me
I know you really want it
That's half the fun of it
You'll keep on coming back
It's not a promise, it's a fact

Hard-headed, idiotic, self-centered, it's ironic
Nothing ever mattered to me
Till the time you thought you knew me
I know you really want it
That's half the fun of it
You'll keep on coming back
It's not a promise, it's a fact

I'm another lost cause and I owe it to myself
You can take your good will shit
And go lie to someone else

'Cause I'm the guy
Who's always wasted everyday
And you can try and stop me, stepping in the rain

'Cause I'm so
Hard-headed, idiotic, self-centered, it's ironic
Nothing ever mattered to me
Till the time you thought you knew me
I know you really want it
That's half the fun of it
You'll keep on coming back
It's not a promise, it's a fact

Hard-headed, idiotic, self-centered, it's ironic
Nothing ever mattered to me
Till the time you thought you knew me
I know you really want it
That's half the fun of it
You'll keep on coming back
It's not a promise, it's a fact

Hard-headed, idiotic, self-centered, it's ironic
Nothing ever mattered to me
Till the time you thought you knew me
I know you really want it
That's half the fun of it
You'll keep on coming back
It's not a promise, it's a fact

Soon as you go