Other People's Heartache

Walking out into the dark Cutting out a different path Lead by your beating heart All the people of the town Cast their eyes right to the ground In matters of the heart The night was all you had You ran into the night from all you had Found yourself

Blue jeans, white shirt Walked into the room you know I made your eyes burn I was like James Dean, for sure I'm so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer I were sorta punk rock, you grew up on hip hop I fit me better than your favorite sweater, you know