sometimes i can fake a smile

but still the world looks down on me

twenty five years of growing old

it just hangs infront of me

i can't see or understand why

pushing up can drag me down

take my time in everything

it breaks me up if i cant sing

i cant see

i cant touch

sometimes in the summer sunshine

the sky falls down on me

always in the dead of darkdays

someone's after me

talking fast I'm walking backwards

and my head is in the trees

you can hang this heavy feeling

hanging down on me