They tend to misunderstand the paper man With scissor hands who watches the hourglass for grains of sand To fall and fall again as he pretends That everything he lays his hands on doesnt 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 hes been hypnotized and Despite the lies he sits and waits to die Cause he cant find no words to explain the rain All his emotions are transformed and now become pain Hes alive in a black hole empty in space And he sits in front of the mirror and hes face to face With the sadness, confusion his patience hes losing Hes substance abusing hes one with the music And he needs a little something to dial it all back Cause hes running in a race but hes not on track
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 18:16:03 +0000
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