My eyes are on the ceiling,
Drifting in and out of dreaming,
Tuning out all of the screaming,
as I lay here.
I'm always trying,
All the idiots are whining,
While others are constantly lying,
as I face my fears.
Unfortunantly they get the affection,
Covered with all the attention,
Wite their stupid intentions,
while the rest of us are out in the rain.
I'm usually forgotten,
Because every now and then,
I get away
from this crazy town.
People don't give a fuck (hey),
And I don't care anyway,
Put those pistols away,
and just stand down. |
