lyrics + music by Mike P.)



Sometimes I think of old friends

But they all seem the same

Then I see them and they can't remember my name

I guess I'm just like them

I guess I'm just a bore

I could hate them but I've never done that before

I've got lots of good friends

I don't need anymore



And sometimes when you lie to me

Sometimes I'll lie to you

And there isn't a thing you could possibly do

All these half-destroyed lives

Aren't as bad as they seem

But now I see blood and I hear people scream

Then I wake up

And it's just another bad dream



(chorus)

And I can't help myself by feeling sorry

Because I gave up every chance I had

Another movement

It's just another fad

Like a cry for help

In a world gone mad