15. My path

It seems the path I followed all my life

has come to an end

I look around only to find

things that bring me down again

It seems the thoughts I thought I once held dear

have gone, disappeared

I tried to change oh yeah I tried to change

It still brings me down my dear

The plastic face has spoken

and everyday I try and try

leave no place for arguments

everyday I try and try

and try...

It seems the thoughts I thought I held them dear

have gone, disappeared

I tried to change god knows I tried to change

It still brings me down my dear

The plastic face without a mouth,

the plastic face without a mouth has spoken

keep the heat for a colder day

leave no place for arguments

for me to stay

everyday I try and try

I try and try...