I got too many stories
None that Iâm proud to tell
You know I woke up this morning
And I got nothing to say
Although I hang my head
You know I wear it well
Itâs big, itâs shaped, itâs hard to tell
That Iâve got nothing to say
Itâs the fold, to the curl
Itâs the face, to the girl
Why did you have to attack?
You know I wonât fight back
I fought for years and never won
Thatâs why Iâve got nothing to say
And all these million stories
Thereâs some I ought to tell
Itâs all these stories are boring
Thatâs why I got nothing to say
Itâs the good to the old
Itâs the rainbow to the gold
Itâs the magic all around, in my life
Itâs the friends, left behind
Itâs all the winners and rathers they are lining up to say you canât
Itâs all the winners and the rathers they are lining up to say you canât
Why did you really have to come here, just lining up to call me out?
Why Did you really have to come here, just lining up to call me out?