may i be allowed to voice my opinion to you
today i feel like i made a choice
and now there's no turning back
isn't it great when you're a failure in life
and all that you've aimed for's gone away from your sights
whilst your top eight mates are plain sailing through life
it's grey when you're bright but unable to quite
make it through the day without evading the strife
i stay awake through the nights
lay in wait for the light
brain vacant despite the debates in my mind
like maybe my plane may have strayed from its flight
failed to pervade and faded from the sky
dan bull's a candle with no flame to ignite
a page full of lines and i've drained all my pride
time flies and i trail behind
you may say it's my fault
maybe it's myself to blame for my plight
i overdose and close my eyes
'til i'm comatose and slowly rise
over rows of roads and signs
from lows to highs until there's only skies
no lonely lives cloaked in phony lies
i seem to spend my days in a daydream
i've been this way way before the day i was eighteen
haters say to me i waste the space to breathe
wait for the train to leeds with my claims in my case and leave
let them eat cake? i'll take it and eat it
even taking a beating's a great deal easier
than waking up each day in a place full of fears
and praying for amnesia with a faceful of tears
the pain's so severe that it aches and it sears
the real state's revealed
i've been patient for years
that i'm safe cos they're here
but it's blatantly clear that that day's nowhere near
i hate to tempt fate but i'd be grateful for either
the faith of a believer or to fade away and disappear
i overdose and close my eyes
'til i'm comatose and slowly rise
over rows of roads and signs
from lows to highs until there's only skies
no lonely lives cloaked in phony lies
so i'm closing my curtains and making my bed
cos no-one on earth knows the pain in my head
no-one knows of the hurt or the strain or the dread
though i'm over the worst i can't face things ahead
erasing my thread and i'm cleaning my slate
there's no waking the dead when they beam into space
shaken hands with the stars
and the feeling's great when you're landing on mars
dreamy and weightless in ambient dark
only hearing the sweetness of transient harps
with my hand on my heart i assure you it's bliss
soaring back to the starkness before you existed
before you were torn from the immortal abyss
i overdose and close my eyes
'til i'm comatose and slowly rise
over rows of roads and signs
from lows to highs until there's only skies
no lonely lives cloaked in phony lies
no now amount of dark can harm me