Lletres: Paramore. Brand New Eyes. Feeling Sorry.

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We still live in the same town,
well, don't we?
But I don't see you around anymore.
I go to all the same places,
not even a trace of you...
Your days are numbered at 24.
And I'm getting bored
waiting round for you,
We're not getting any younger, and I
Won't look back 'cause there's no use
It's time to move forward!

I feel no sympathy,
You lived inside a cave!
You barely get by the rest of us,
You're trying, there's no need to apologize,
I've got no time for feeling sorry!

I tried not to think of what might happen,
When your reality, finally, cuts through.
Well, as for me, I got out and I'm on the road.
The worst part it that this (THIS! ),
this could be you.
You know it too, you can't run from your shame!
You're not getting any younger, time,
Is passing by, but you waited awake...
It's time to roll over!

I feel no sympathy,
You lived inside a cave!
You barely get by the rest of us,
You're trying, there's no need to apologize,
I've got no time for feeling sorry!

And all the best lies,
They are told with fingers tied!
So cross them tight,
Won't you promise me tonight
If it's the last thing you do, you'll get out...

I feel no sympathy,
You lived inside a cave.
You barely get by the rest of us,
You're trying, there's no need to apologize,
I've got no time, I've got no time!

I feel no sympathy,
You lived inside a cave!
You barely get by the rest of us,
You're trying, there's no need to apologize,
Got no time!

I've got no time for feeling sorry!
I've got no time for feeling sorry!

(Thanks to Robert for these lyrics)