Another day spent alone again.
Your little sympathy sickness.
You're out of sight, you're out of mind. Out of excuses.
Another day spent alone downstairs,
In hopes of sympathetic ears,
Or some dramatic entrance to match all your dramatic tears.
This was no accident, you were born to love and smile.
Life's more meaningful than anything,
Wars and drugs and diamond rings.
We are capable of so much more,
All we need is open minds, to guide us through these ugly times.
We sacrifice and stabilize in hopes of braver hearts,
There's nothing we can finish when there's nothing from the start.
And every night you spend alone,
Its getting harder to get by,
So you start creating stories to fill the void inside your life.
Turn off the lights and turn on the radio.
Being happy kid is just as good as gold.
No one is really that impressed by you, yeah.
Its not about you, you've gotta get that.
Other people need some love just the same.
you've gotta keep your cool,
When eyes aren't on you.
Turn off the lights and turn on the radio,
Turn off the lights and turn on the radio.