Ain't ashamed to cry   Sometimes it feels just good enough   To feel something   Ain't afraid to try   Well I fail as good as anybody else   Lost interest in politics   When they talk it bores me to the brain   So this is modern living?   The more the choice   The more things stay the same      But, when it comes to you   I must admit I'm at a lost   I'm so confused   And when it comes to you   I don't know how you do what you do   But I like it   Offer up the fantastic   I'm sick from all this plastic glamour   Become a social spastic   No need to walk through your front door no more   Market youth their uniform   If it's so wicked why don't you wear it too   I'm a mass media casaulty   From taking advice   from people that don't have a clue      Sometimes it feels just good enough   to feel something   You make me feel good enough to scream