An artificial season, covered by summer rain. Losing all my reason, because there's nothing left to blame. Shadows paint the sidewalk; a living picture in a frame. See the sea of people; all their faces look the same.
So I sat down for awhile, forcing a smile, in a state of self-denial. Is it worthwhile? Sell my pity for a dime. Just one dime. Sell my pity for a dime. Just one dime. -Creed