Disturbia Suburbia
Leave it to me to be alone
In a town I hardly recognize without you by my side
Lord I wish these memories would flee
And take with them, the pain of remembering
But I know, today is not that day
I saw a sunflower tree in the middle of the yard and tore every flower from it 'fore
I got back in my car and drove Off
Cheers to you, Cheers to us
An old friend killed himself before the start of Spring
I wonder if he left the weight of the world or if the weight of the world just left him hanging
And who, could stand to lose another wink of sleep?
If the body bags there, it means somebody cares, and if somebody cares
Then I guess you must be thinking of me
Leave it to me to get strung out
And freak everybody out then say, 'I won't do that again'
These days there's nobody here
It feels surreal, so many years spent with kids I don't even think I know, do they know me?
Such addiction in this sickness, makes it hard just to exist
When I can hear the words they do not say
They HATE ME! HATE ME! HATE ME! LITTLE GIRL!
THEY THINK I'M JUST A LITTLE GIRL
An old friend killed himself before the start of Spring
I wonder if he left the weight of the world or if the weight of the world just left him hanging
And who could stand to lose another wink of sleep?
If the body bags there, it means somebody cares
And if somebody cares then I guess you must be thinking of me
I guess you must be thinking of me
Disturbia Suburbia
And I hope we all get out, and I hope we all feel free
In a town I hardly recognize without you by my side
Lord I wish these memories would flee
And take with them, the pain of remembering
But I know, today is not that day
I saw a sunflower tree in the middle of the yard and tore every flower from it 'fore
I got back in my car and drove Off
Cheers to you, Cheers to us
An old friend killed himself before the start of Spring
I wonder if he left the weight of the world or if the weight of the world just left him hanging
And who, could stand to lose another wink of sleep?
If the body bags there, it means somebody cares, and if somebody cares
Then I guess you must be thinking of me
Leave it to me to get strung out
And freak everybody out then say, 'I won't do that again'
These days there's nobody here
It feels surreal, so many years spent with kids I don't even think I know, do they know me?
Such addiction in this sickness, makes it hard just to exist
When I can hear the words they do not say
They HATE ME! HATE ME! HATE ME! LITTLE GIRL!
THEY THINK I'M JUST A LITTLE GIRL
An old friend killed himself before the start of Spring
I wonder if he left the weight of the world or if the weight of the world just left him hanging
And who could stand to lose another wink of sleep?
If the body bags there, it means somebody cares
And if somebody cares then I guess you must be thinking of me
I guess you must be thinking of me
Disturbia Suburbia
And I hope we all get out, and I hope we all feel free
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Writer(s): Erin Incoherent
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