when i was younger i thought that the world circled around me
but in time i realized i was so wrong
my immortal thoughts turned into just dreams of a dead future
it was a tragic case of my reality
do you think you're indestructable
and no one can touch you
well i think you're disposeable
and it's time you knew the truth
cause it's just one of my lies!
(and all i wanna do is get real high)
why does my life have to be so small?
yet death is forever
and does forever have a life to call its own?
don't give me an answer cause you
only know as much as i know
unless you're been there once
well i hardly think so
i used to pray at night
before i lay myself down
my mother said it was right
her mother said it too...
why?
