When the present might seem dim and cold
without that burning flame to push someone forward...

Unable to move forward from such a break
speaking in subtitle words...

Nobody really understands
when rules and morals take place...

Each day i'm following the same old program
having the same old run through of life each day...

Those traps that lay still on the floor
those silly cheese smell that catches your nose...

Unlike others who love the sea
I'll always forever drown in the ocean floor...

When it comes to a good love story
or even a first meeting story...

Crumbling noises from the broken ceiling
with open window patches of strong wind...

A whack! in the face
a kick in the private part...

Shes just like any other girl
she has the color of the sunshine with her...

An distant laughter upon her face
Honesty is cheering us on...

A candy bar no longer cheers her up
those sweet things i always say...