Something breaks inside of youWith the spectacle of all the showsWith fifteen fights and your six bucksHas gone up some promoters nose.Jaded eyes see clearly, but only half of what's thereGood old days are left behind, what's left is boredom and despair.But sometimes every once in a while...It's beautiful, I would say, I wouldn't have it any other way,If I said different, it would be a lie.What was once rebellion is now clearly just a social sect,But are you just upset because your own social clique has leftLeave when you want, because I know that someday I will tooBut I won't burn my bridges and be just another jaded fool!