Bored Again Lyrics

A Holiday turn worlds away
for everyone when will they come
i sit and count the passing days
thinking when i was young
nothing's syncing
It's all sick and everything's f*****
and nothing is ever new to me
born a freak so i fill my pockets
and save a bit for you
serenity nothing for me
my head fell a clean above me
a anxious heart pushed to extremes
i wonder when i will make how long

nothing's syncing
It's all sick and everything's f*****
and nothing is ever new to me
born a freak so i fill my pockets
and save a bit for you
for them for them it's done much more than this
for them for them until i'm lost in this yeah