That was my cup that you smashed
My yesterday drained away
Admit that you wouldn't like
To live inside me today
Great expectations we had
What hopes burned in our eyes
But your sun illuminates
The dead pan, where our dream fries
The rosy clouds rush away
Replaced with a growing rage
The hand of promise takes the pen
And writes nothing, on every page
Why do they all stare at me
As if I came from the moon?
I'll sing to myself 'it'll be alright'
A foolish song, without a tune
I see no land
I see no end
There's no way out or in
Frustration fans
The burning bands
I want my home again
My yesterday drained away
Admit that you wouldn't like
To live inside me today
Great expectations we had
What hopes burned in our eyes
But your sun illuminates
The dead pan, where our dream fries
The rosy clouds rush away
Replaced with a growing rage
The hand of promise takes the pen
And writes nothing, on every page
Why do they all stare at me
As if I came from the moon?
I'll sing to myself 'it'll be alright'
A foolish song, without a tune
I see no land
I see no end
There's no way out or in
Frustration fans
The burning bands
I want my home again
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