navyboy21
01-04-2005, 05:16 AM
It seems to him the world is dark, lonely, sad, uncertain
Full of people who don't care, don't dare to care
For anyone but themselves, to him the world is dark.
He's always worried, worried about tomorrow, what will be
What will be waiting for him...out there, what will everyone say
He's always worried.
Things aren't working out
He tells himself time will give him what he wants
But somewhere inside he knows: it's a lie
Things aren't working out
The problem is he has not come to find
Find what everyone else has to smile about
He doesn't know, know that he could be joyful
He has not come to find.
But he will, someday, sometime, he will find it
He will, and he'll have something to smile about.
-Elliot
Full of people who don't care, don't dare to care
For anyone but themselves, to him the world is dark.
He's always worried, worried about tomorrow, what will be
What will be waiting for him...out there, what will everyone say
He's always worried.
Things aren't working out
He tells himself time will give him what he wants
But somewhere inside he knows: it's a lie
Things aren't working out
The problem is he has not come to find
Find what everyone else has to smile about
He doesn't know, know that he could be joyful
He has not come to find.
But he will, someday, sometime, he will find it
He will, and he'll have something to smile about.
-Elliot