No thanks, close this window
It's hard to wake when the dream is real
so childhood was much the same
I learned about the clock I learned to play the sick sad games
the second hand holds me down while the hour hand laughs out loud
I'm a victim to this crowd and I think I'm drowning
years on down the line
maybe I'll take my time
but for now I dont know how I dont know
why o why do I always rush my purpose?
I'm never slowing down and wonder what it's worth
am I doing all I can?
could you take me as I am?
cause if I knew what to do then I'd be right there in your arms
daddy what can I do?
what did you do to me?