Truth hurts I know
that's why we push it away as we go.
We pull down the blinds
to hide our minds
We reinvent our sorrow
we beg, steal and borrow
Our yesterdays as well
as our tomorrows.
Funny thing the human mind
to itself it can't be kind.

Truth be told
we all bought and sold
our happiness one time or another
this we know and we hide from eachother.
Life's a theatre a stage
and we're performing in mellowed rage.
Pretending to own the rights to our story
pretending we didn't create our own purgatory.

But as the years pass by
a pattern forms out of each sigh.
You start to learn as you go
and little by little you know.
You pick up reason and rhyme
you catch a glimpse of true peace of mind.

And much to your surprise
you suddenly realise
that you had that worn down roadmap all this time
locked away inside your own mind.
The road to happiness is your creation
you just have to resist the temptation
to put the blame where it don't belong
don't keep singing that same sad old song.
Take back control of your life
lead yourself away from strife.