I Think It Is More Like A

I Went Right From Wunderkind To Washed Up. Old. Been Around Too Long. That's Just The Way I Feel. That's My Internal Dialogue.

And I Sing And Sing Of Awful Things The Pleasure That My Sadness Brings.

They Say They Don't Know When But A Day Is Gonna Come. When There Won't Be A Moon And There Won't Be A Sun. It Will Just Go Black. It Will Just Go Back To The Way It Was Before.

We're All Too Busy Working, Entertaining Ourselves With Forty Hours, Television And Prescription Pills Well, I Take Two A Day To Help My Brain Behave It Never Does, But Who's To Say? At Least My Doctor Gets Paid.

If I Could Act Like This Was My Real Life, And Not Some Cage Where I've Been Placed, Well Then, I Could Tell You The Truth Like I Used To And Not Be Afraid Of Sounding Fake.