What the world is, it’s nice guys finish last,
It’s build each stepping stone from someone else’s dark unsavory past.
And every present has a purpose, nothing’s given only paid in advance.
And one by one we’re all conforming independently
We learn that politics is poison, drinking pennyroyal tea
Might make more sense than trying all our lives to add to what we see,
But that ain’t how the world has to be.
Not for you, and never for me.
I’ll build my own world, this one forsakes me,
Take me through, and help me believe
They’ll just let us be.
What you are is, you’re shining like the sun
Lingering with lesser lights, I see you and I run.
You energize me, just take my hand and I will finish everything I’ve begun.
I dream about you daily, but by night you seem to(o) pale.
Maybe I just convinced myself I found the holy grail,
And yet I still perceive your halo, silhouetted in the hail
These people fling upon us daily, oh my angel can’t you see
That that ain’t how the world has to be?
What I am is very lonely that’s the truth but independent
Of this song, this trial wherein the world and I are co-defendant.
If you need more testimony, that ain’t such a crime,
But if you’re trying to tell me that I’m
Not for you, and you’re not for me,
Then why can’t you, why can’t you, why can’t you tell me,
I’ll get through, and I’ll still believe,
That that ain’t how the world has to be…
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