Asleep mid-sentence- the words fell apart
No one is listening anyway
This day will soon turn black
and my "wants and needs" will spill on me burning ashes
I learned to be selfish today
I learned to be alive
These things I care for are for my personal gain
my personal happiness only
Why should I sit in your chair and satisfy your standards
I've done it all before and I've confused myself a thousand times
The tragic day that I call morality just doesn't do it for me anymore
The day will turn black and I will have either lived or died
Asleep mid-sentence- my words fall to the ground
Swept into this dreamland
Economic satisfaction
Never succeed
But happiness has its place
Justice will not lie in your corner
Throw myself in the corned;
I have nothing to complain about here
Tragic day seems too peaceful to most,
spoiled ambitions turned my heart to black, black
Living dreams, loving dreams,
awakening to what I've always dreamt of
Living dreams, loving dreams,
awakening to what I've always dreamt of
The familliar sound, the familliar sound of the lovely love
from the love of my life will keep the notes coming
From the reciting of the show, from the to plip and shevanel,
from the grind that annoys, and the sarcasm they all hate