Idioma Origen:
I´ve grown sick
I´ve gotten older
I finally have an audience to ignore
I can yell all I want
But you still can´t hear me
I´m punching myself out
Holding in my breath
I can take this lightly
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do what I´m not supposed to
Here´s to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let´s toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
I might say things you don´t want to hear
But someday you might care and I won´t be there
No I won´t be there here´s to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let´s toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
I´m punching myself out
Holding in my breath
I can yell all I want
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do what I´m not supposed to
Here´s to us fools that have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let´s toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow.
Idioma Destino:
I´ve grown sick
I´ve gotten older
I finally have an audience to ignore
I can yell all I want
But you still can´t hear me
I´m punching myself out
Holding in my breath
I can take this lightly
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do what I´m not supposed to
Here´s to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let´s toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
I might say things you don´t want to hear
But someday you might care and I won´t be there
No I won´t be there here´s to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let´s toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
I´m punching myself out
Holding in my breath
I can yell all I want
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do what I´m not supposed to
Here´s to us fools that have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let´s toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow.