Lyrics:
Nothing Personal

Are you having trouble finding sleep at night? Or does your lack of conscience tell you Everything's all right? I trust your good intentions That you

Oh my god, I'm such a terrible mess I'm turned on by the tabloids You would never have guessed But I'm sucker for their gossip, man I take it too far

You won't turn your head when you go When I think about you, everything changes You you got to go, you you got to go You you got to go, try to understand It's nothing personal

you wanted was to hold me (wanted was to hold me) Too bad your hands are full (it's nothing personal) Too bad your hands are full It's nothing personal

Translation: Holiday Parade. Nothing Personal.

Translation: Personal War. Nothing Remains At All.

: (Lost in stereo, lost in stereo) (Lost in stereo, lost in stereo) She works for the weekend Mixtape of her favorite bands Turning up the radio Lost

: Wide awake, my mistake So predictable You were fake, I was great Nothing personal I'm walking Who's laughing now? (Who's laughing, who's laughing

: This city, so pretty All the moon-lit skies will be hanging like a cigarette So stunning, start running Tonights like a knife which she cut me with