It’s a Mad World
All around me are familiar faces– … worn out places … worn out faces. Bright and early for their daily races– … going nowhere … going nowhere. Their tears are filling up their glasses– … no expression. … no expression. Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow– … no tomorrow … no tomorrow. And I find it kind of funny; I find it kind of sad– that the dreams in which I’m dyin’ are the best I’ve ever had....