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"It doesn't really matter whether you grip the arms of the dentist's chair or let your hands lie in your lap. The drill drills on." --C.S. Lewis
The truth of the matter is. As happy as I am to be home, as glad as I am to see everyone. I feel like an alien. I feel like I am a spectacle in a monkey cage, and people just wonder around throwing nuts at me.
I know its not because I haven't really spent much time with my friends, and its not because everytime I make plans people cancel on me. Its not that, I know everyone has busy lives and I can't expect everyone to accomodate me.
I don't know why but everything feels hollow and fake. Friends, family, everything. Its not because I only have a few days left, and I'm distanceing myself so as to not be hurt because of seperation....
Its like knowing what makes you happy, doesn't do it anymore... Everything that used to make me happy really doesn't make me happy anymore... Its a disturbing thought and feeling...
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World.
I just feel like an unwelcomed stranger.
The truth of the matter is. As happy as I am to be home, as glad as I am to see everyone. I feel like an alien. I feel like I am a spectacle in a monkey cage, and people just wonder around throwing nuts at me.
I know its not because I haven't really spent much time with my friends, and its not because everytime I make plans people cancel on me. Its not that, I know everyone has busy lives and I can't expect everyone to accomodate me.
I don't know why but everything feels hollow and fake. Friends, family, everything. Its not because I only have a few days left, and I'm distanceing myself so as to not be hurt because of seperation....
Its like knowing what makes you happy, doesn't do it anymore... Everything that used to make me happy really doesn't make me happy anymore... Its a disturbing thought and feeling...
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World.
I just feel like an unwelcomed stranger.