Rotting Apple

Hey tired man I see you walk alone. the wrinkles on you face, a map of all your pain. your
expression becomes an open book of time, filled with pages of forgotten hopes. good
intentions, regret, disillusion with life, animosity, unbridled purity. all these things I swear I
see and your eyes tell me all you could never be. so many times I've stared into the eyes of
the young, the old, the lonely and the wise. just to find a glimpse of all I have not seen just
to find some peace for my jaded mind. don't wanna live my life by the second hand of a
clock that's long since past me by you say I've got to stay in line well your line is going
nowhere and so are you. choices decisions made smoking away the pain inside, sit back and
watch it all go by we could never find the peace of mind we need, we hid it all away for
another day sit back everything's gonna be alright. rivers of pain map your again skin your
expression a journal of where you've been. all your dreams and your chances lost you walk
along that dotted line do you remember a time when you used to dream? do you remember
a time when you used to live? all your dreams and chances they're all gone. so you gave it
all away unable to say all you wanna say look at you now - turned our to be face of misery
look at you now a rotting apples all I see.