if it was up to me, id enver look bothnnwasy before crossing the streetnnif it was up to me, i'd never wear my nnseatbelt, and i'd probably still speednnif it was up to me, i never would havennsmild in any picturesnni'd most likely sleep all day,nnif i could just relax for a while nnso you better come quicknnnni'm about to do something foolishnnif you could be so kindnnas to call hte policenni swear this timennit's not jsut for attentionnnbut i also know that you have heard thatnnfrom me once beforennnnif it was up to you,nni would never swear around peoplenni'm suppose to respectnnif it was up to you, i'd keep in touch wihtnnfriends from the psatnneven though they never lastnnif it was up to you,nni'd alwasy say my prayers before i atennand before i went to sleepnnif it was up to you, i'd be happy and i'dnnwrite songs that made you happy toonni can't seem to care much for these thingsnnthat you call lifennso you better come quicknnnni'm about to do something foolishnnif you could be so kindnnas to call the policenni swear this timennit's not just for attentionnni don't want the topic to changenni couldn't ever tell you, to your facennthat i've only been pretendingnnto enjoy this placennit's all been make believennand it's mostly in my headnnthe problem is only guessnnwhere we go when we finally restnnwill it be better than where we are nownnstill i'd like to believennit's better than herennbetter than where we are nnbetter than herennnnwe've forgotten what we're here fornnor maybe we never knewnnif a simple life is what we wantnnwhy are we so confused?nncause we all want a happy endingnnbut we're tired of children's booksnnwe're tired of feeling uselessnnand we're tired of dirty looksnni swear we used to feel thingsnnor at least we cried real tearsnnwe used to say i'm sorrynnbut we haven't now for yearsnnso forgive us of our singsnnlet us die in peacennso we never have to choose