And once it was comfortable
To wear that frown upon my face
I don't know where it went
It went away yesterday
When not to know just made me smart
Didn't have to care to have a part
In the sentimental stand of
Yesterday
Cut as they starve
The weakness begin to feed
Soon must streak blood from my veins
And my pain was freed
But I can still pull off their broken wings
But the problem now for me
Is that they all are
Fake
Straight
The path I walk is a blur
Pain
For my sickness I cannot find a cure
Thoughts
I have never been too sure
Patience
I've taken much too purple
True pain. Comfortable fake living
One understandable
When not to know just made me smart
Didn't have to care to have a part
In the sentimental stand of
Yesterday