| Grey Day |
| When I get home it's late at night, I'm black and bloody from my life, I haven't time to clean my hands, Cut's will only sting me through my dreams. It's well past midnight as I lie In a semi-conscious state. I dream of people fighting me Without any reason I can see. In the morning I awake, My arms, my legs, my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey, So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day. After eating I go out, People passing by me shout, I can't stand this agony, Why don't they talk to me? In the morning I awake, My arms, my legs, my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey, So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day. In the park I have to rest, I lie down and I do my best, The rain is falling on my face, I wish I could sink without a trace In the morning I awake, My arms, my legs, my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey, So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day. In the park I have to rest, I lie down and I do my best, The rain is falling on my face, I wish I could sink without a trace In the morning I awake, My arms, my legs, my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey, So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day. |