Can I just be happy? Or will you all worry? I want to change the world… But can I even change myself?
Every word I say I have to think. Sometimes it's enouigh to turn me to drink. I get so lonely, yet I have friends, They're not enough, I want Elton's love.
Whenever I stay up; alarm bells ring. To sleep calm maybe I should sing… Relaxing, ironically can't be forced. So how do you cope? Please let on.
Great minds out there pass on. And we are left to mock the dead. Thoughts chase themselves around my head When I want to shoo the demons out.
I'm pretty sure this was written during a rather tough time in my life... one of a few periods that were marked by the odd dichotomy of me being rather troubled and also exceptionally poetically productive. Interesting times indeed.