The Best of Billy: a compilation.

Clay (from a boy in this f***ing world).

They say I'm like clay
Without the wetness of my tears
I am like locked rock
One tear falls
Then so do my walls
And I sit and watch
As my vices interlock

The happiness in my eyes
Are the phantom of my lies
I am not who I am to be
Nothing but the vessel of my disguise
So I cry and sob and whine
As I realise, the real lies
They're the eyes of a dead man, not mine

They say I am like clay
But I will erode away