So far, or so it seems
All is lost, but nothing fullfiled.
Off the pages and the TV screen
Another world, where nothing is true.
[...]
I'm sick of all you hypocrites
Holding me at bay!
And I don't need your sympathy
To get me through the day!
Seasons change and so can I!
Hold on Boy, no time to cry!
Untie these strings, I'm climbing down.
I won't let them push me away!
Oh come let us adore him!
Abuse and then ignore him...
No matter what, don't let him be!
Let's feed upon his misery.
Now it's time for them
To deal with me!!! |
