Vain, although we try..there's nothing real
There used to be someone....somewhere
Now the words and empty phrases, fly from their pages
into lost, and dignified discretion
Alone on the shore, looking out to sea...
Hideous, this mind raper...
wondering what's wrong with me...and it's vain
although I try, there's nothing real
There used to be someone, somewhere....
Now the words and empty phrases, fly from from their pages...
into lost, but dignified expressions...