Sick

Staring at the ceiling waiting for the shrink
Counting every second ding from his wrist
I know that you think he is just another creep
Mommy made a good boy so he is not that sick
Cleaning every stain he finds in his old shoes
Tapping on the table of the dancing goose

Feelings of revenge going into his head
While looking for jobs at the newspaper stand
Politicians hugging bishops murder money and sex
Reading wasn't the best foe our unlucky friend

Shiny lights are on the streets
While somebody is crying on his knees
It's the same old story of every day
Wearing laughs as masks
While we are crumbling down inside

Such a cute story about a man who was broke
Feeling anxious and depression have turn down his whole world
Rolling through the graveyard he thought he was at home
All he could afford cigarettes from the floor

Shiny lights are on the streets
While somebody is crying on his knees
It's the same old story of every day
Wearing laughs as masks
While we are crumbling down inside



Credits
Writer(s): Hector Calderon
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