with the sunshine on my face, i cannot complain about the things that are driving me insane there are too many things in my way one too many things circling around in my brain and i find myself dismayed just trying to make it through the day these things i say, i won't complain, i can't get myself straight too much pressure from temptation with no means of escape for goodness sakes, i need to find release from this place if i don't, it's something i'll regret and i couldn't live with that so i need to make amends need to straighten up my act before i get caught off guard and fall flat i don't want that
but i guess that's just the way it is i can't believe this is the way we live he turns around to me and says, "duh, man. ain't it obvious?" apparently i've been a bit oblivious to what i see this puzzle's just a few pieces short of being complete i've got it stuck in my head but i can't help but dread that i won't understand what all this means once it ends and i'd rather live forever than take any chance of not comprehending what it means in the end what will everything mean when it ends?
as the light fades away, slowly turning to gray recollecting the events of the day, i lose the strength to motivate need something new to stimulate my brain because i still can't seem to get my story straight nothing's what it seems, what is this supposed to mean? i can't relate, but i know i need to get it straight looking back on my past wondering how i've lasted as long as i have can i get back on track or will this train turn into a god-awful wreck before i get the prospect of a life i never had
just then death appears on my doorstep but i have no chance to react before he looks at me and says, "you're next." i laugh and say, "duh, man. what'd you think i'd expect?" i don't suspect you're just paying me a visit, we're not old friends nor will we ever be, but i think you're just what i need i still don't believe and can't realize what this all means but i think i've found my release, how long until we can leave?