Текст песни
My friends
They're dead
My friends
Ain't sad
I am absent
For them
I rock on the swing
Killed mind of the teenager
I don't worry about things
Which seems harder, now
My girl
She cries
My girl
She lies
I am nothing
In her life
I rock on the swing
Killed mind of the teenager
I don't worry about things
Which seems harder, now
Now I don't worry
I don't worry
Now I don't worry
I'm not happy
