I've been around every corner and around every block in every city.
Yet it always seems depressing.

Oh, I've been down,
I've been kicking and screaming and freaking out so long
that I forgot what got me here in the first place baby.
Oh, I don't know what tomorrow will bring 'cause tomorrow will not come.
And I just want to get things back to the start.

So here we go with those words again,
And a battle of voices you'll never win.
In one hand are your constant critiques,
In the other one several shots to the knees.

Oh I've been a lot girl.
I've been around every corner and around every block in every city.
Yet it always seems so shitty.

Oh I've been a lot, been around here since the start.
Hey I got bad news, whether it's a knife or a bullet that I'm putting right through you.
I just want the same old things we had back then.
I'm so sarcastic, get things back to the start.

Here we go and we go again,
It's the same old shit that you heard back then.
If I had one last thing to say to you,
It would be, "Hello." and a nice, "Fuck you."

Oh, I've been down,
I've been kicking and screaming and freaking out so long
that I forgot what got me here in the first place baby.
Oh, I don't know what tomorrow will bring 'cause tomorrow will not come.
And I just want to get things back to the start.
Get things back to the start now baby.
Ohhhhh.

-Pâmela de Torres