Nothing Left To Lose

Every body's sueing me.
Got nothing left to sing.
Nothing matters in this world,
'cause every one I use to know,
doesn't remember me from a thing or so.
It's some thing that comes and goes.
Ya, ya, ya, I'll praise
I'll praise, tomorrow, tomorrow will be a good day.

Saying that I want it all.
It's taking me yeah far too long.
Nothing matters in this world.
Hoping I don't get too low.
Hoping I don't feel too lone.
Hoping that I get too far.
Ya, ya, ya, I'll praise,
tomorrow, tomorrow will be a good day.