The silent misery of the pain from the past
sings a mournful melody of a lonely outcast.
My life seems to crumble each day at my feet,
and I've lost peace my antidote to treat.
I put on a fake smile, because I'm practicing for the real,
and no one seems to understand the way that I must feel.
Trying to be perfect, I know I can't achieve.
and all this time is adding up,
I just need to relieve.
Broken hearts, and scorful starts
parade through my mind,
I'm searching for the prize, the goal, serenity to find.
I think I have things figured out,
then find out I'm wrong.
Why do I believe such lieing myths, and follow them so long?
Each day I walk along, as though it may be my last,
then grumble and moan in a grouchy tone, because its gone too fast.
The erosion of my thinking is working steady and strait,
and the cause of this decay just may be coming all too late.
I don't know what I'm doing, or if I ever did,
and maybe this is ALL a dream.
And I am still a Kid. |