The better side.... of me.
When I used to sing,
About almost, anything.
And I don't know just what i should do
Every day I am feeling so lost and so blue.
Every night as I fall asleep
All of the misery inside of my soul starts to seep.....
Oh.... these dreams.
We fly on our broken wings.
So, up high.
Oh so many miles past the sky.
Through, crystal caves,
And unseen shades, of rain.
Sounds, abound, surrounding me with sweet refrains.
I really just want to stay,
Inside my bed, all day.
Can't, take the pain,
It's really become such a strain.
and I feel that I have no hope left
Everything is a mess and I can't lift my head.
and every night as I fall asleep
I find myself wishing I'd just wake up dead.
No, more dreams.
I fall on these, broken wings.
No, more time,
I have wasted all of mine.
I'm, nothing, and nothing will, always be.
Hit, the ground, and that's where I, was buried.
