A reason to change who you wanted to be all so long ago, That reason left and with it walked out your heart, Walked out your mind & some where between the mists of the move, Your soul got lost.
The Vending machines keep asking where it is.
If you say a word. Could i say a lie? I'd a little about me, I'm a precious insecure no body. I have two eyes, And two ears, Yet i still feel like this monster, In a room of perfection.
The music beats through the walls.
And all i can see is your face, Your once beautiful smiling face, The rains wipes the mud, And now your laughing, pointing and laughing. The paronoia kicks in, As you laugh and laugh and laugh.
Who are you such a beautiful soul.
The mind and the booze, Turns into a slur of such a speech that is unnoticeable within the crowds, Everything going dark, like a night with no wires cut. A hand touches mine.
Your gone, My eyes react to the bright light.
Im here again, Where i've always been. A white room, with a white light. Should i resurface and ask people why? why the sun sings, and the mind races.
