Lirieke: Yellowcard. Midget Tossing. Up Hill Both Ways.

And every time I try to read between the lines
I'm left wondering why I did so wrong?
And every time I try, try to rationalize
When everyone went wrong why didn't we die?
And every time I think about what it would be like
Without all the things you give to me

All these thoughts keep running through my head
Nothing to believe
Look back find the things I lost
There's nothing left there so it seems
[Incomprehensible]

Up hill both ways, nothing left to say
I don't know how I made it this far
I don't know how I made it last this long
I don't know why I try

All these things keeps going through my head
Don't know which way to turn
Each path goes up hill both ways
Nothing but dust, since I've learned
[Incomprehensible]

Up hill both ways, nothing left to say
I don't know how I made it this far
I don't know how I made it last this long
I don't know why I try

Up hill both ways
Nothing left to do now
I don't want nothing today