Never owned a gun,
I’ve never cried myself to sleep,
But I’ve thought about my life and,
Ending it.

Every day’s the same as week and every year,
And I dream about the time when I’m,
No longer here.

It’ll never change.
It’ll never change.
It’ll never change.

Never tied a noose,
I’ve never looked down from a ledge,
But I’ve thought about my life and,
Impending death.

Every week’s the same as every month I’ve ever seen,
And I’m tired of these loops that I’m stuck between.

It’ll never change.
It’ll never change.
It’ll never change.

Change, change, change,
Give me something to believe.
Change my luck and give me anything I need.
Change, change, change,
I’m begging on my knees.
It’s hard to get along when you’ve got nothing but a dream.

Oh, I’ve thought about my life.
Yes, I’ve thought about my life.
Said, I’ve thought about my life.
And I dream…