Jackeyed all day long   as I sit and I sing the same old song   It's hard to think you care   when it's hard to find you almost anywhere   Will i know you better in a year?   just keep hope that it will be better in a year      It's the waste of precious days and   it's finding truth in your own ways.   It's the heart that struggles and chokes down all the thing it will never know.   It's hard, sometimes,   I know, just keep hope that   it will all pass in a year.   Just keep hope that it will be better in a year.      It's the waste of precious days and   it's finding truth in your own ways.   It's the heart that struggles and chokes down all the thing it will never know.   And will I know you better in a year?