“It’s not your job to be as confused as Nigel.”

Do you wanna know, know that it doesn’t hurt me?

Games without frontiers, war without tears.

Somebody force me to care.

We all belong to everything.

Ain’t there a pen that will write before they die?

All my favorite places, my city had been pulled down.

Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we’ll never find.

Tried to see your point of view, hope your dreams will all come true.

I’m not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, oh no.