I look into the newspaper
Upset to see...
What is it to you?
Does it matter what I am...
Around, Around I go waiting for time to stop...
Waiting for your time to come is so hard...
I go back to my old town, reliving past memories,
thinking about how it is and how it used to be...
Only in fairy tales.
Exist this so called \"Happy Ending\"...
All these feelings
So unreal...
I look at the mirror
i put some make up on my face...
I'll tell you a story about the war in vietnam.
everybody recruted by the wicked uncle sam...
Silence fades to an echo of fire,
Deafening whispers scream from the side streets...
Held forever by the thought
of what might come to be...
The words before my eyes,
never do they change...
Looking for a person, I don't recognize.
Thoughts of alienation linger throughout my mind...