The crowded streets of boston

you lash out and want it back, hating this world. this life's not, it's not going to wait. is your mind made up? why would you blame everyone else when you sat back and watched? you've taken it all for granted, not believing you'd be replaced. still you cry that it's much easier to think you were let down,
with your head in your hands. you can try, but i won't buy it, when you know it's your fault. why would you blame everyone else when you sat back and watched? you've taken it all for granted, not believing you'd be replaced. still you cry out "why can't i keep you out of my life? i still can't believe i let myself sink this deep." and still you cry.