I wish I could laugh,
I wish I could smile.
I wish I could destroy,
These dreams of denial.
For months I have been dreaming,
Impossible dreams.
And when I awaken,
I'm ripped at the seams.
I dream of the future,
But its mostly the past.
I long for, hope for,
I want it back.
I want to go back,
I've had a life half lived.
I want to return,
To when I could sing.
I sang of sadness,
I sang of joy.
But now I'm half dead.
A true lost boy.
Children have nightmares,
About things they can't see.
But the worst thing is,
That monster is me.
I seem like a demon,
that haunts the night.
And people who see me,
often get a fright.
And mum, if you could see me now.
What would you say, you rotten old cow.
You and dad never gave a stuff about me.
And now I'm alone. Just my guitar and me.
