PUDDLE

Well I feel
That time is a tunnel
And I know
That there might not be a tomorrow
So I wonder
Why you tick like a clock
Why do you even care?

Well I feel
That my walls depend on a shelter
So I see
Through glasses of arrogant pretensions
And I capture
A glory of misguided fashions
So why do I falter?


I FEEL IT I FEEL IT
I feel my preceptor calling
THAT'S WHY WHY WHY
I need another tomorrow
CAN'T FIND IT find it


Now I sit
In the grey boundaries of my world
Now I frown
Because I feel it getting smaller
So I breathe
Fill myself with tainted colors
No one really cares..


I FEEL IT I FEEL IT
I feel my master calling
My shroud of hypocracy is failing
THAT'S WHY WHY WHY
I need another tomorrow
HELP ME FIND IT find it I CAN'T FIND IT
OH WHY WHY WHY
can't I have another tomorrow
They're calling They're calling....


Well I feel
That time is a tunnel
And I know
That there might not be a tomorrow
So I wonder
Why no one sees my splendor
Why no one ever cared?