all around me are familliar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
bright and early for the daily races going nowhere going nowhere, the tears are filling up their classes no expression no expression, hide my head i want to drown my sorrow, no tommorow no tomorrow, and i find it kind of funny i find it kinda sad the dreams in which im dying are the best ive ever had, i find it hard to tell you i find it hard to take when people run in circles its a very very