He mopes around in his depressing place
You can see it with the gleam in his eyes
The look on his face
He wears almost the same colors everyday
His hopes filled with mold
His dreams in decay
He lives with the clock turning back instead of forwards
Every day and night passing by and he's getting older
He drowns in his own tears
In a boat that hasn't sailed for years
He awaits the day he's released from the pain
Awaiting the day where he can feel free again
