Sad and lonely,yet full of life. Why is it that we
go on this way?
Like Lambert, the cowardly lion...
Always looking for some other way.
Sometimes, I'm driven to just shout out in the silence.
Then again I grow tired of all the noise.
"How old are you, again?" she says.
And I still can't find any of my toys.
---So, I guess it's barely possible to break out of old habbits.