joyfull, joyfull, my life is made
bury me now, shovel and spade
i think of my past, or future to come
i look at my reflection, i see a boring ugly bum
i slump down into my seat, to be able to understand why?
love in life just passes me by
people who know, their able to understand
'too good to be true' - so im not so bland
you get to know me, il be the friend you never had
its just first impressions, they seem to be so bad
its not how you are, but who you are, so me a freak
id rather be different, not normal and bleak
so what if im weird, its only skin deep
im only human, to much pressure im gonna weep
so why is life, the only true tasks
hidden and hard, portrayed by masks
we live, we love, we all then die
life is a mystery, is love a lie?
for me lifes a curse, hurting each day
loved ones, friendship, just slipping away
but i stand up straight, and fight the fight
sooner or later, i'll escape this night
life wil change, everything will too
soon as i leave, and start a new
lifes a path, ill change the course
ill do it easly, with out remorse |
