Apple Of Your Eye

Often, I feel like I'm part of the parade
I'm standing on my float, remember to smile, remember to wave
There must be something I can't see
I'm blinded by my 'mediaocracy'
I've fallen off the pace, my passions gone, it's in my face
And if you can't be true to yourself, then you're a general waste
I feel what others feel too much I know
But I take responsibility for what I reap is what I've sown
There must be something I can't see
I'm blinded by my 'mediaocracy'
I've fallen off the pace, my passions gone, without a trace
And if you can't be true to yourself, then you're a general waste
A million relations, the love and frustrations
The rat on the wheel, that's grinding on so endlessly
The millions of people, the church and the steeple
The raping and lies, that's kept from the people
The Gods and the war, the rich and the poor
The priest in his robe, but by night he's a whore
I'm lost in the light, as I try to not fight
With the endless pursuit, of what's wrong and what's right
And you, could never know, the highs I've reached
Or the darkness I have roamed
You can't, walk in my shoes, been in my head
Felt my pain or suffered my abuse
But what, if there was a way
That I could wipe those tears that stain your face
And make them go away?
Then I'd stand, with my head held high
Because you love me as I am and I'm the apple of your eye
Of your eye, of your eye, of your eye
I'd be the apple of your eye
Your eye, your eye
I'd be the apple of your eye
Your eye, your eye
I'd be the apple of your eye
Your eye, your eye
I'd be the apple of your eye
Your eye, your eye
I'd be the apple of your eye