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Don't take yourself too seriously |
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There are precious few things worth hating nowadays, |
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And none of them are me |
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I was only trying to say how things used to be |
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'til we grew up and we all went our separate ways |
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Looking for our own paths to immortality |
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This is how i thought i'd start my song |
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And it seems a little silly when i think of it |
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But now i'm so far along |
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And no one really wants to know that he's wrong |
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That his ears can't really hear or he's blind a bit |
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Or that he's really weak when he thinks that he is strong |
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Now i'm in the middle and i just don't know |
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If i'll make it any further if the words don't flow |
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When you live in silence any sound is dear |
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But for those who don't, take heart because the end is near |
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This is the ending of my song |
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It has made me blind and deaf and weak but most of all |
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It shows you that i'm wrong |
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For you see it's really twice this long |
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And if i should die tomorrow it will carry on |