Party-Pooper

You don’t believe in my stories
You don’t believe in my dreams
And when I explain how I see things
You think I misunderstood what it means
You don’t recount/regard my advices
My point of view is passé
You find my opinion invalid
You won’t even consider my way
Still you hold me responsible
For the spoke in your wheels
But what I aim to do is provide you a bike
So put your own hands on the handlebars
And go ahead and ride, baby ride wherever you like
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
I won’t stop you
I’ll be watching from the sidelines
Won’t prevent you
But if I see you go to hell
I’ll go with you
You find my experience threatening
Like it nips all the fun in the bud
In your eyes, I’m the party-pooper
I’m the joykilling stick in the mud
And yes, I do have some experience
That’s exactly what keeps me awake
'Cause I know that my lot in life is
To let you make your own mistakes
Still you hold me responsible
For the spoke in your wheels
But what I aim to do is provide you a bike
So put your own hands on the handlebars
And go ahead ride, baby ride, wherever you like
I won’t stop you
I’ll be watching from the sidelines
Won’t prevent you
But if I see you go to hell
I’ll go with you
I won’t stop you
I’ll be watching from the sidelines
Won’t prevent you
But if I see you go to hell
I’ll go with you