They tend to misunderstand the paper man With scissor hands who watches the hourglass for grains of sandTo fall and fall again as he pretends That everything he lays his hands on doesn’t turn to shreds But why oh why does he persist to hide When they insist he try to come outside From the shell he lives inside Now has been hypnotized and Despite the lies he sits and waits to die Cuz he can’t find the words to explain the rain All these emotions are transformed and now become pain He’s alive in a black hole empty in space And he sits in front of the mirror and he’s face to face With the sadness, confusion his patience he’s losing He’s substance abusing he’s one with the music And he needs a lil something to dial it all back Cuz he’s running in a race but he’s not on track
Posted on: Sat, 15 Jun 2013 23:43:17 +0000