No real reason to accept the way things have changed
What ever happened to the young man's heart . . .
All the times
That I've cried
All this wasted
It's all inside
And I feel
All this pain
Stuffed it down
It's back again
And I lie
Here in bed
All alone
I can't mend
But I feel
Tomorrow will be O.K.
. . . Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart