All around me are familiar
faces, worn
out places, worn out
faces.
Bright and early for the daily
races; going no where, going no where.
Their tears are filling up their glasses.
No
expression, no
expression.
Hide my head, I
wanna drown my sorrow; no tomorrow,
no tomorrow.
I find it kind of funny.
I find it kind of sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best
I've ever had.
I find it hard to tell
you.
I find it hard to
take.
When people run in circles it's a
very, very...
Mad
World.
