(no subject)
I heard you found some pretty words to say
You found your little game to play
and there's no one allowed in
Then just when we believe we could be great
Reality it permeates
And conquers from within again
These days we go to waste like wine
That's turned to turpentine
It's six am and I'm all messed up
I didn't mean to waste your time
So I'll fall back in line
But I'm warning you we're growing up
You found your little game to play
and there's no one allowed in
Then just when we believe we could be great
Reality it permeates
And conquers from within again
These days we go to waste like wine
That's turned to turpentine
It's six am and I'm all messed up
I didn't mean to waste your time
So I'll fall back in line
But I'm warning you we're growing up