I dream that someday I will find you. The blue skies turn to rain. And they're never coming back again. . I've got your picture in my mind here. You're the one that got away.
As soon as I figured out that you wouldn't be there. As soon as I figured out that you didn't care. I try to do what's right, I try to keep an open mind.
Am I the one that's going crazy. I'm so tired of masquerading. Want to pretend to be so well adjusted. Maybe it's just me and I'm disgusted. . I need a room at a mental penitentiary.
Light my path, show me the way. Filter everything I say. Try to forgive, try to forget. Why do I do what I regret. . [Incomprehensible] won't abide. It's ripping me apart inside.
I need the kind of girl that knows. A girl that likes to wear my clothes. Someone who always buys me coke. A girl who laughs at all my jokes. . That's the girl that I want to see.
I ask myself the question. What is wrong with me. Can't figure what it is. Or why it's never me they want. . When will my turn come. About and when will justice see me.
Drawing closer, end of days, with much still left undone.. Even as I turn this phase, the end has now begun.. History is history, tomorrow never comes..