just because…

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
The tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
 
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad World
Mad World
 
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me whats my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
 
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarge your world
Mad World

 
dreams are wild and scary and symbolic and waking me up and stopping me from getting to sleep in the first place. there’s too much running around in circles through the rabbit warren of my mind. happy birthday, its seven days away, and i don’t think those that matter realise. ignorance is bliss i guess, if you’re not on the receiving end of it. while thirty-one is nothing to sneeze at, its nothing to get too excited over, either. there are things looming, out of control and waiting to backlash against me if i’m not careful with how i go about it all. i need to talk about all this with someone, but it seems that those that could be talked to, are unavailable, and there is no one else. there’s not much to say to someone who barely understands the situation in the first place, before adding the latest to the list. that list is getting longer and longer every day, but ignorance is still bliss, until it explodes in front of your face.