Words/Music by Chris Devine

I had dreams but they have all been killed.
Life's a trail of broken promises that leads to one fulfilled.

I don't mean to sound so bitter, but it's a natural state for me,
All this practice being a victim, I've forgotten how to be
Myself, and how to open up my heart to endless love,
But cliches and endless platitudes will never be enough, because ...
Chorus

Tell it to me slowly; I'm trying to follow you.
Insincerity and deception, I'm bewildred and confused.
These barriers around me now, at least I made myself,
To moderate this distance, and keep my mental health.

Chorus

Don't laugh at me; it's not funny ...
Okay, so it is.
I'd be laughing at me, too, if I could tell why it is that ...

Chorus

Melancholy whispers and selfish little lies,
Ugly plastic faces to revile and to despise.

Chorus (yes, again)

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