I hate to tell this story
coz I'm feeling kind of sorry
I just hate the sense of worry
how the world is lacking glory
I know wishes aren't true
yet I chase them all day through
Wasting time or maybe not
I aint ever gonna stop
I feel time's a bloody drop
while the end's up on the top
When will tears be of hope
should I cheer through the slope
while I sweat without a gain
all I have now is this pain
all the feelings get insane
I might probably complain
why I'm living in this vain
Life has nothing I can blame
but I wish there was no lame,
only dreams for an aim
though wishes aren't true,
then nightmares aren't too.

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