I Feel So Confused,
Picture A Lost Child,
In A World Of Strangers.
It Seems Every one's Reachin Out A
Hand Toward Me.
Whose Hand Should I Be Taking?
I Feel So Darn Weary,
Still I Gotta Keep My Eyes Peeled.
I Find My Own Direction,
I'm On My Own.
A Broken Heart Doesn't Have To
Paint A Solemn Picture,
That's What I Always Tell Myself.
A Pretty Painted Facade,
Would Be Good Enough,
To Have Them Nearby Fooled.
I Gambled My Guts,
Clinging On To The Few Hopes
I Have Left.
Fer Me, Sunshines Have Always
Been Crippled.
It's Easier Lookin Fer Flaws,
So Why Even Bother>?
In This Place,
Everything's So Concrete.
Even It's Society,
Even It's People.
It Should Be Like This,
In This Concrete Jungle.
Sincerity's The New Stupidity.
Wearing A Mask Is
-"So This Season!"
Fer Every Season Onwards.
There's So Much Frustration!
In Everybody's Every Sentence.
I Feel So Sick And Tired Of Facing Everyday.
And It's Endless Torments.
Still, Nobody's Given Alternatums.
Guess It's Do Or Die Huh?
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