Teksty: New End Original. Thriller. Better Than This.

I'm thinking over it.
I think too much.
It hinders my spirit
when there's never enough.
Shell-game sleight of hand
to wish for something more.
Honest husbands, cheating wives,
generous buyers, greedy stores.

[Chorus:]
"I'll get through it, I'll get through it."
I'll say it ten times over :
"I'll get through it, I'll get through it...
I'm better than this. [x3]

That's what anchors me
(I mean it weighs me down).
I Can't give thanks to fear,
can't say no to crowds.
Guess I'll just play dumb,
shouldn't be too hard.
Peaceful people, violent guns,
sober drivers, drunken cars.

[Chorus]

I'm better than...[x2]

I'm better than nothing.

I'm better than nothing and nothing is better than this...