Words that are never spoken
I put all my faith in trust
Yet promises are broken
I think, I wonder, I dream
of wishes that may come true
Yet the future is like the past
My feeling's like the sky's blue
Everyday I wear a smile
to greet the following day
But the lonesome tired feel-
ling just wouldn't go away
The mundane affairs of life
trap, but who am I to judge ?
Maybe I should stop thinking
Maybe I think too much.
