Who do we think we are
God's who'll live forever?
Mere mortals on swinging stars
All birds of a feather

Why do we waste our days of youth
On the very young
Age old wisdom tells the truth
We should have seen it coming

The bite of bitter age
Chewing on the pain
Remembrance of the past
But not the present days

The wringing of the hands
Till they go completely numb
Given half a chance
We should have seen it coming

The rhythm of the train
On top these rusty tracks
The days we gave away
We're never getting back

With the hour growing late
In the setting of our sun
Too late to correct mistakes we made
We should have seen it coming

no
I'm not tired because of sleep deprivation
but a different type of tired
a type of tired that doesn't make my eyes
close
but the kind that makes them "water" or even
r o l l

most people that cause me to be in this tired state
really don't know what they're doing because it's who they are.
*They are simple fools.

it does just so happen
that i very much like the sound of melancholy
and i revel in lyrics and sounds
i listen
hoping that the song will help
explain my own life to me
*and so it does

how can i be myself
if all i want is a different canvas
to paint on for once?

the voice in my head
is rude to me.
how can i get the tears to stop
from going all the way down my face?

this song says to
count to fifty
but how can i get there if i can't
get to 40?