What does friend mean to you? A word so wrongfully abused Are you like me, confused? All included but you Alone...
The sounds of silence often soothe Shapes and colors shift with mood Pupils widen and change their hue Rapid brown avoid clear blue
Why's it have to be this way Be this way...
Flowers watched through wide brown eyes bloom A child sings an unclaimed tune Innocence spins cold cocoon Grow to see the pain too soon
Why's it have to be this way Be this way...
7 a.m. on a Tuesday, in August Next week, I'll be 28 I'm still young It'll be me Off the wall I scrape you I gotta wait Show me you're irate To cause this wake It's my fate They... they... Never gotta fuck with me again My own clean slate Don't fuck with me again I just want to go straight through you irate