Everybody is tired and poor and sick of trying
If wewe see me on the corner
Will wewe stop au will wewe splash me
Take a look at what we've become
Nothing zaidi than silhouettes of
A pretty family on a postcard
Picture perfect, I don't want it

So I hold my breath 'til my moyo explodes
Cause this is how it is and this is how it goes
You can steal my body but wewe can't steal my soul
Cause this is how it is and this is how it goes

Shitty weather, bad timing
Lucky penny glued to the ground
Dirty look from total stranger
Hope wewe get Lost and you're not found
Take a look at what we've become
Nothing zaidi than silhouettes...