| Words and Music |
| Is there something wrong with me? Ripping through the walls Tearing at the doors of education Not that it's my fault I just can't help but sort Through the pieces Secluded from the whore I focus at the board - I'm out of focus There must be a way There's got to be a way to overcome this It's these words and music That keeps me living, keeps me breathing It may not be much But this is all I got And I'm smiling It all seems so pointless The hours seem so endless And for what? I'd rather be working Breaking my back doing something At least Ihave my brothers, my band and my lover What more could I need? I buried my friend the other day And I saw my life in a different way It was a cold afternoon for a funeral I did not shed a tear as I watched the snow fall Is there something wrong with me? When did I become this empty? As I gazed down at his grave I knew that someday I'd end up That way! |