I'm tired. 我累了。

Cynical and broken, but wiser. 玩世和破碎，但更聪明。

Heavy with a sense of resentment, 沉重的怨恨感，

but i used to be so much different, 但我曾经是那么多的不同，

I used to have so much faith 我曾经有过那么多的信心

when I started. 当我开始。

You knew that I always meant it. 你知道，我一直是认真的。

I knew I could make a difference, 我知道我能有所作为，

I struggled to be heard 我挣扎着要被听到

and then finally, one day people started listening. 然后终于有一天，人们开始听。

and I knew it 我知道它

but as soon as it began it was ruined. 但只要它开始就被破坏了。

A slow descent from unique to routine, 缓慢下降，从独特的套路，

over and over, 一遍又一遍，

"just do it again and this time with feeling". “刚做一遍，这一次有感觉” 。

The spotlight. 聚光灯下。

The focus on the friends and the feelings. 重点对朋友和感情。

That made those stupid songs all worth singing. 这让那些愚蠢的歌曲都值得歌唱。

And don't you say a word 难道你不说一句话

unless you're pretty sure that you want it analyzed. 除非你非常确定你想要分析。

So we drove 所以，我们开车

for what seemed like days 什么好像天

over roads 过马路

and four lane highways. 四车道公路。

We said all we had to say 我们说，所有我们不得不说

and I realized in time that it didn't mean anything. 我意识到的时候，它没有任何意义。

Never, 从来没有，

not ever again. 不过一次。

Not like that. 不是这样的。

"It's only a matter of time". “这只是时间的问题” 。