such a ruin, like a scrape of an crap day

beyond that grace of that life

lies and cons of reality
and that hard question,
am I really me?

In that dust of a new morning
that laughter of it all

whas I a part of that role play
or just an simpleasity

may I be that voice in my darkness
that sunshine of my will
may I sing may I dance
in all that different things

may I see an early morning
that one when the sun dont chine
and may I grieve that morning in a honest way
as i I will morne a long lost child

such a ruin, like a scrape of an crap day

and that rain is on and paint life blue

That's the way I feel about you