Write a song, and the pens bleeds through When I?m writing lyrics it?s hard not too In my Chuck Taylor shoes, I?m dressed in black Thinking of a song
In this cruel world I?ll take my place On city busses with daddy?s traits Let me know when the ceasing stops Broken homes and broken dreams Broken mirrors
Looking forward on tomorrow Never venturing out Only keeping myself subdued I say I imagine But I never get too far Just give me visions Visions within horizons