Sometimes it seems like the world looks alright, like they put a coat of paint on it.
But inside it's rotting to pieces.
The lunatic is on the grass.
They said they would make a better world, smooth away the rough edges.
But that was a lie.
I guess the rough edges are the only thing I am hanging on to.
I think if I'm going to get on with my life I'm gonna have to find something, someone, real You need some help?