Looks like it's getting worse
My little universe
Slow and steady caving in
Slow and steady with a grin
There goes the chosen one
He's lonely as a gun
He isn't any fun
He's caught up in his blissful vision
I would always say, "we are how we behave"
So why am I not seething deep down, breathing deep and screaming out the door
Someone keeps giving me days, then they look the other way, between vacant blinks I slouch and think then hope tomorrow I'll get given more
Please take this helping hand
Your pull will help me stand
My deeds are good and true
My deeds are good for nothing
I'll fix my scruffy tie
I'll fix my strange good bye
There's those who'll do or die
There's those who'll "see you later"