Weathered statues. Tin soldiers that march in our parks. Wrapped in yellowed newsprint. On their benches in the dark Their faces filled with sadness. Sorrow drawn from your nights. Survivin' on o
80 times was all it took for him. He has no more tries. No one seems to care too much for him. You can see it in his eyes Drive down the street that he's on. Don't look his way. You keep going on
walking in the hallway terrified and feeling like a worm in the dark, laughing in the classroom, tripped up on the stairs and the teacher doesnt know who you are hey. * you tough guy. standing in det
You can't sleep, armies invade your dreams (no time today) you can't speak things are as black as they seem (all fade away)no work, nothing to do anyway (no time today) you've got no life and you live