| Song | Tendencies |
| Artist | We Still Dream |
| Album | Something to Smile About |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’ve been waking up every day at eight, | |
| just to sit around and think about the things I hate, | |
| where did things go so wrong with me | |
| Dissecting my brain’s like dissecting a train, | |
| where each piece holds a different issue | |
| Bury me under the weight of all this misery, | |
| I feel the same | |
| 11:30 came it was already too late, | |
| for my memories and it’ll never be the same, | |
| as the days back in 2003, | |
| all that’s left are regrets | |
| As the leaves die and fall from the trees, | |
| I’m asking myself why, we’ve got tendencies | |
| to desert everything, on that day | |
| you left I swore that I would never be the same |
| I' ve been waking up every day at eight, | |
| just to sit around and think about the things I hate, | |
| where did things go so wrong with me | |
| Dissecting my brain' s like dissecting a train, | |
| where each piece holds a different issue | |
| Bury me under the weight of all this misery, | |
| I feel the same | |
| 11: 30 came it was already too late, | |
| for my memories and it' ll never be the same, | |
| as the days back in 2003, | |
| all that' s left are regrets | |
| As the leaves die and fall from the trees, | |
| I' m asking myself why, we' ve got tendencies | |
| to desert everything, on that day | |
| you left I swore that I would never be the same |
| I' ve been waking up every day at eight, | |
| just to sit around and think about the things I hate, | |
| where did things go so wrong with me | |
| Dissecting my brain' s like dissecting a train, | |
| where each piece holds a different issue | |
| Bury me under the weight of all this misery, | |
| I feel the same | |
| 11: 30 came it was already too late, | |
| for my memories and it' ll never be the same, | |
| as the days back in 2003, | |
| all that' s left are regrets | |
| As the leaves die and fall from the trees, | |
| I' m asking myself why, we' ve got tendencies | |
| to desert everything, on that day | |
| you left I swore that I would never be the same |