when the man inside the moon decides to change his smile and the autumn coloured leaves don't seem to be worth while when everything seems strange and nothing feels the same
I'm embarrassed by the dreams that I once held for true. when it seems like everyone of them was misconstrued now everyone's asleep, who should I belief
should this be real, the way I feel. was there something wrong with me is there something wrong with me. let them all doubt, you've been right before
when I'm sick of all the soaker friends I knew before. and then finally everyone of them walked out the door. now everyone's asleep, who should I believe
entire races, have been squireling their feelings away I watch their faces and the traces of toiling thru yesterdays
sugarspine, blow my mind, make me watch and waste my time common horde, common sore, watching life jump out the door