Someone said: Be strange, then you’ll live like a man in modern age I think I’m just lost in the time Certain things you shouldn’t heal It’s hard to block what you feel When you’re almost losing your mind When can I leave this town? Can I count the days? ‘Cause outside home, there won’t be hope At least it’s better than waiting in vain Waiting for a cure to the blues Of the one with the pencil in his hand So that’s the question, right? ‘Cause my mind has chased answers And it can’t find out why I blame the night ‘Cause in my thoughts there’s a litany Desire and misery Things might not be what you want A dreamer, a cunt