Текст: Dead Hearts. Other. Breakdown.

It's all been said before by better men than I and it's all been done before. Don't know why I bother trying. I'm on the verge of a NERVOUS BREAKDOWN. It all happend so fast. I'm on the verge of a NERVOUS BREAKDOWN. Don't know how long I'll last. I'm on the verge of ANOTHER BREAKDOWN. It all happend so fast. I'm on the verge of ANOTHER BREAKDOWN. Don't know how long I'll last. It's all been done before by better men than I and it's all been said before. Don't know why I bother trying. I'm on the verge of a NERVOUS BREAKDOWN. It all happend so fast. I'm on the verge of a NERVOUS BREAKDOWN. Don't know how long I'll last. I'm on the verge of ANOTHER BREAKDOWN. It all happend so fast. I'm on the verge of ANOTHER BREAKDOWN. Don't know how long I'll last. Fashion over function, style over substance, two things I still can't grasp. So who knows how long we'll last. I'm on the verge of another breakdown, I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown.