As I lay here in my cold bed
I wonder why the world is so dead
Maybe is all to much in my head
It just seems to be so unreal to me
But I could be exaggerating
Or maybe I'm just full of complaints
I must be really picky about a lot of things
But you can look at it a million different ways
It makes so matter no one is ever the same
That why I lie here in my cold bed
Just thinking, pondering, contemplating
Why the world seems to be so dead
Dut
