In the storm of solitude,
my one reliant friend that makes the heart beat faster then slows it to a calm again,
I find some things of wonder that open up the doors,
a few more notes of laughter that bring some colour to these tired pores.
Now everything I wanted seems so immature,
all the time I wasted shines like gold.
Through my fits of laughter I try to make amends for wicked thoughts I've had time and again.
And promise that hereafter I'll no longer be a slave to greed and l*** I'll make my dreams behave,
cos you'd be so disappointed if you knew those fickle words that were falling from my mouth to be heard.
Now everything I wanted seems so ...
And it hurts to be so young, to be so misunderstood, feeling all the bad take over the good.
Now everything I wanted seems so ...
And now I feel so ordinary.
my one reliant friend that makes the heart beat faster then slows it to a calm again,
I find some things of wonder that open up the doors,
a few more notes of laughter that bring some colour to these tired pores.
Now everything I wanted seems so immature,
all the time I wasted shines like gold.
Through my fits of laughter I try to make amends for wicked thoughts I've had time and again.
And promise that hereafter I'll no longer be a slave to greed and l*** I'll make my dreams behave,
cos you'd be so disappointed if you knew those fickle words that were falling from my mouth to be heard.
Now everything I wanted seems so ...
And it hurts to be so young, to be so misunderstood, feeling all the bad take over the good.
Now everything I wanted seems so ...
And now I feel so ordinary.