These years are the best of your life

The boys and the girls, they all hold hands

Clawing at what they wish they had.

I'm not saying its bad,

Or maybe it is

Either way, I've done it.

They're all confused by what is real

So they use love to distract them from the pain they feel.

But I have no hand to hold

No man can be told

what I have in my heart

From the end to the start

Or the start to the end

So for now I pretend

That I'm strong and I'm bold

And still I am told the these years are "he best of your life"

These years are the best of my life??

Perhaps if I chewed on my tounge

As response to the words that have rung in my ears

Or if I just fled to a dreamland all day

To escape from all my biggest fears

I could escape through a substance

To have a short high

And then fall in to darkness and shame

I could choose to become the invisible child

Seen not heard

The girl with no name

I' not tame

Nor sane, for that matter

If things like that matter

Its all just a ladder

'till we fall off and splatter

on the pavement below

oh, so far below

And I go

To a place that's all mine

Where everything's fine

But in a short time

I wake up