i could write a happy song
about everything i have
i could say that i am fine
and how everythings alright
but it would all be a lie
when the closest ones to me
end up the hardest ones to find
hope is the only consilation
but im running low on time
i might smile and laugh for you
i can pretend everythings fine
i could live amongst pictures
let them come alive on my walls
we'll talk of all the good times
but what the hell would it do
when everything they mean
has been gone and left behind
oh and im running low on time
i could love you even more
and you could leave me again
and i could love again once more
this might go on all my life
as everyone just passes by
whos ever gonna notice
when no one has the time
hopes my only consilation
but im running low on time
smile, they're watching you
laugh with me everythings fine
go to sleep and think things over
wake up, its the same everytime
wake up to the new world
wake up, its the same everytime
go to sleep and maybe tommorrow..
hopes my only consilation
but im running low on time
Change
The cure for repetitious living traps. Make something happen. ~A~
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Yes, indeed. Perhaps the only
Yes, indeed. Perhaps the only cure.