Текст: Sum 41. All Killer No Filler. Motivation.

What's the difference of never knowing at all?
When every step I take is always too small
Maybe it's just something I can't admit
But lately I feel like I don't give a shit

Motivation, such an aggravation
Accusations, don't know how to take them
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it
Concentration, never hard to break it
Situation, never what you want it to be

What's the point of never making mistakes?
Self-indulgence is such a hard habit to break
It's all just a waste of time in the end
I don't care, so why should I even pretend?

Motivation, such an aggravation
Accusations, don't know how to take them
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it
Concentration, never hard to break it
Situation, never what you want it

Nothing's new
Everything's the same
It keeps on dragging me down
It's getting kind of lame
I'm falling further behind
There's nothing to explain
No matter what you say
Nothing's gonna change my mind

Can't depend on doubt until the end
It seems like leaving friends has become this year's trend
And though I can't pretend, afraid to be this way
It's not the same but who's to blame
For all those stupid things I never said

Motivation, such an aggravation
Accusations, don't know how to take them
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it
Concentration, never hard to break it

Motivation, such an aggravation
Accusations, don't know how to take them
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it
Concentration, situation, never what you want it to be

Never what you want it to be
Never what you want it to be