What anger was built up inside?   What motivated him?   Who gave him the right to decide?   Late at night in the silence   To take our sleep in his own hands   Steal our dreams and destroy our chances   Of being great and being awake     Try and shut it out   Pretend that you're not there   When will the fun end for them?   As soon as it starts for us   Tomorrow will never come again   I'm not ready, it's all your fault     We've got better things to do   I'd like to think that you do to   We've got better things to do   And now I'm sick of standing     Out in the cold   When I shouldn't be anywhere   Why does this always happen?   I guess I shouldn't care   It's not a test but it's not for real