ScRamb1ed

This is an awfully happy funeral; No one's wearing black. The crowd has left their tears at home; No one's looking back. They congratulate the relatives (who of course don't take offense). They act like merry party-goers; Where's their common sense? As the one they're supposed to be mourning, my patience is wearing thin. What horrible respect they show for the dead; they're seated on the coffin! Now they've been asked to say a few words, they're singing and cheering with glee. What horrible respect they show for the dead, what horrible respect for me.

My heart was drowning again today It's times like these When I feel like everything's slipping away. Even my own dreams are denying me I get so, so close Then they turn around and flee. Is it my fault things are like this? If I did something That horrible I'd like to know what it is. Is it because I'm a liar? I've never been honest But I'll tell the truth if that's what you require. I feel like I'm being taunted Left in my cold, Empty world with the ghosts that make it haunted. I'm not sure who this amuses It feels like I'm making a wish but the shooting star refuses. Never again will I be this careless This is a curse; I

The walls are built from ticking clocks and broken glass Tick, tock. The happy times have come to pass. The walls are built to reach the sky Tick, tock. A brick is added with each goodbye. The walls are built to block them out Tick, tock. The glass has grown fogged with doubt. The walls are built to keep me in Tick, tock. Trapped in a game I might never win. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. When can I break this wall of clocks?