50th and Western Songtext
von Red City Radio

Alone in Central Park
Wish I was back in Oklahoma
With the thoughts in my heart
That were weighing down my chin
Siting on a park bench
I was singing along to Backstreets
Thinking, how do I get myself in situations that I′m in

I've fallen victim to decisions I make
Avoid the paths I refuse to take
My back is breaking trying to carry the weight
I hope I′m that not falling
Now I'm down on my knees trying to fight this disease
And when I come up for air, it's getting too hard to breathe

Beneath our feet is what′s beneath this moon
We sing our hearts cause the words ring true
You know I told you so
Is just a, you know I′m right
The system, it wasn't designed for us
The system, it wasn′t designed for us


You're leaving to never return
You′ve gotta believe it was all for nothing
The bridges you crashed and you burned
You've gotta believe it was all for nothing
The lessons you′ll never relearn
You've gotta believe it was all for something

I don't care anymore
Sick and tired of trying to settle the score
When I′m down on my knees trying to fight this disease
When I come up for air, it′s getting too hard to breathe
I'm down on my knees trying to fight this disease
When I come up for air, it′s getting too hard to breathe
I'm down on my knees trying to fight this disease
When I come up for air, it′s getting too hard to breathe
And it's back home
It′s what we know
You know I told you so
Is just a, you know I'm right
The system, it wasn't designed for us
The system, it wasn′t designed for us


Faith in your compromised dream
Fades away as it all falls apart at the seams
The system, it wasn′t designed for us
The system, it wasn't designed for us
Take what you can, stop running away
Like it′s all you'll ever own
The system, it wasn′t designed for us
The system, it wasn't designed for us