dreamer178

Hit in the face when you open a door
Unconciderate to yourself
you are always out of tune to you
Stepping out from where you are
Nevers angle is one for all
Fired by an unknown eye
Then wasn't always a place for you to cry
Everyone knows becomings what you do
when you die
The face in the mirrow is not me
How many times have you been to the back
No one to see
Nothing to laugh at
Going everywhere at once
Time does a crawl back to where it doesn't show
No one means me
When they say people don't grow
The face in the mirror is not me

And we will show that wherever you are
That is where all time starts
It's a pleasure pleasure to die
A pleasure to be gone
Into the sky we move on

Life is unchanging
It let me go
Life gave me up
And I have no control

Everything goes a way that I do not
I clean up the clouds I ride

I've never been up where I see the othere's climb
Seems like it must be nice

Laughter's an ungly friend of mine
We share the best and worst of times

Everyone goes where they belong
Nobody goes elsewhere
Never much thought goe to being
right or wrong