Time - mons

Time is drifting away

It’s not too suttle

Just a little they say

The clothes weren’t tathered and grey

But I don’t care either wayayayieay

I’m tired, so tired

I’m faking the truth for the day

I’ve tried to convince you

I’ve tried to make me play for the day

You’d say I’m dead

Now I’m dressed and perfectly cleaned

I’ve looked up all the words I’m supposed to be

What do you think I’m funny?

When I’m made to feel great

Made to buy so called dramedy

I’m tired, so tired

I’m faking the truth for the day

I’ve tried to convince you

I’ve tried to make me play for the day

You’d say I’m dead

I’ve tried to convince you

I tried to make me play for the day

Who said I’m dead?