You always seemed so happy to me
Never anyplace you'd rather be
The days they were passing so effortlessly
The bells were ringing in harmony
It's all nothing new
When it comes into view
What gets harder to hide
Is the slow suicide
I'm waking up in such a happy daze
Thanking someone in so many ways
But are the blinders that much harder to see?
Or did this prison really set me free? |
