Sunday, October 17, 2004
When will I find
Broken down, give me the security
So wrecked up, we comprise of the minority
Printed notes, they promise my upbringing
So unsure, what tomorrow lies for me
Empty faces, open places, where I live inside
So pretentious, great pretenders, they all lurk inside
When will I find, a place for me to hide
Where can I find, a place for me to cry
My head, it lives within a rock
My poor soul, it strives to break the lock
My dear friends, I'm sorry you knew me
Society, at last I turn myself in
So wrecked up, we comprise of the minority
Printed notes, they promise my upbringing
So unsure, what tomorrow lies for me
Empty faces, open places, where I live inside
So pretentious, great pretenders, they all lurk inside
When will I find, a place for me to hide
Where can I find, a place for me to cry
My head, it lives within a rock
My poor soul, it strives to break the lock
My dear friends, I'm sorry you knew me
Society, at last I turn myself in
