| Lyrics: | (Barson)
When I get home it's late at night,
I'm black and bloody from my
life,
I haven't time to clean my hands,
Cuts will only sting me through my
dreams.
It's well past midnight as I lie
In a semi-conscious state.
I dream of
people fighting me
Without any reason I can see.
In the morning I awake,
My
arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey
So begins another weary
day.
So begins another weary day.
After eating I go out,
People passing by me
shout.
I can't stand this agony
Why don't they talk to me?
In the park I have
to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could
sink without a trace.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body
aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins
another weary day.
In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The
rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.
In the morning I
awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins
another weary day.
So begins another weary day. |
