and now these jaded eyes
can barely see
where is this going anyway?
it's always hard to say...
if only i could reach them
i don't know why i feel so tongue-tied
don't know why
i feel
so skinned alive
inventing myself a new me
inventing myself new skin to hide inside
start over
start again
these days i don't have much to hide
these days i don't have much
these days i don't
these days i'm a bitter & sarcastic old man
i play naive
i keep my mouth shut
i live in dreams and sleep through life
tomorrow could be a better day
tomorrow could be better
tomorrow could be
the start
the peak
the end
does anybody feel the way i do?
is there anybody out there?
are you hearing me?
i believe in you, do you believe in me?
