Mistery has gone, I have tasted all its flavors, so what's left but just to lay there? Such parading makes me yawn.
They've said I need to carry on, waking up to fill on cravings, when they all could tell I'm playing and not having any fun.
I'm sorry if the love you spree, it doesn't match my currency, but I can not stand not to know what's gonna come.
I've found none making any strides or no one that I can admire, I am now on my own and been benumbed.
Choice is foregone. Making love feels granting on favors. I just work for gathering data to decipher what's unknown.
I am wasting time for some, and for others I am saving, guess that deep inside I'm praying this state of mind's been always wrong.
I'm sorry if the love you spree, it doesn't match my currency, but I can not stand not to know what's gonna come.
I've found none making any strides or no one that I can admire, I am now on my own and been benumbed.
