Hopefully this takes care of the apostrophe problems. A few details changed as well.
Can’t stand the birdsong, Can’t stand the TV
Can’t stand the radio jammed on your frequency
Can’t stand my music, its every bar
Cuts another scar
Can’t stand the questions, X times and add Y
There are no answers that could ever satisfy
Can’t spit the words out to buy cigarettes
I’m seeing stars
And stepping out in front of cars
Can’t stand my sentence, pure solitary
Can’t stand my freedom, freedom is misery
The cage is open, but I’m too conditioned
To go too far
Can’t stand the ocean, it keeps calling to me
Can’t stand this city, and everything its done to me
I Can’t stand still, a kiss of death
Brushes my arm
Im stepping out in front of cars
Every back street and every corner turned
Rolls a ghost scene on automatic replay
Taken back, breaking back again
Powerless, condemned to watch the scene unfold
Can’t stand your sweet voice, whispering softly
Can’t stand this silence, why can’t you talk to me?
Can’t stand my telephone, nobody calls
But it’s always charged
I’m stepping out in front of cars
Can’t face my loved ones, though they’re all there for me
Can’t face the death wish of my own company
Time, it stands still, when I step out
In front of cars
So I can wonder where you are
Hopefully this takes care of the apostrophe problems. A few details changed as well.
Can’t stand the birdsong, Can’t stand the TV Can’t stand the radio jammed on your frequency Can’t stand my music, its every bar Cuts another scar
Can’t stand the questions, X times and add Y There are no answers that could ever satisfy Can’t spit the words out to buy cigarettes I’m seeing stars And stepping out in front of cars
Can’t stand my sentence, pure solitary Can’t stand my freedom, freedom is misery The cage is open, but I’m too conditioned To go too far
Can’t stand the ocean, it keeps calling to me Can’t stand this city, and everything its done to me I Can’t stand still, a kiss of death Brushes my arm Im stepping out in front of cars
Every back street and every corner turned Rolls a ghost scene on automatic replay Taken back, breaking back again Powerless, condemned to watch the scene unfold
Can’t stand your sweet voice, whispering softly Can’t stand this silence, why can’t you talk to me? Can’t stand my telephone, nobody calls But it’s always charged I’m stepping out in front of cars
Can’t face my loved ones, though they’re all there for me Can’t face the death wish of my own company Time, it stands still, when I step out In front of cars So I can wonder where you are