Anymore

I was born in a battlefield, my mum and my dad, people treat me with suspicion,
i don’t know if i’m happy or if i’m sad anymore.
Mercedes Benz and necklaces have long been divided
and he needs a personal license plate and she needs a new man to hold,
And everybody’s wondering whats going wrong, with all their daughters and with
all their sons,
but if they look at themselves just once in a while,
well if they look at themselves,
they wouldn’t wonder why, anymore.
those sleepless nights of childhood all those lying, all the fighting
i am living on my own so long
its almost been forgotten but not quiet,
And everybody’s wondering whats going wrong, with all their daughters and with
all their sons,
but if they look at themselves just once in a while,
well if they look at themselves,
they wouldn’t wonder why, anymore.