Paramaecium My Thoughts
My life, my days, they all just seem to pass away My dreams, my thoughts They all just seemed to come to nought I find each day has its own little story Each waking hour its own little glory The pages say that my soul has been borrowed The night time calls to my aching, Tomorrow never comes My life, my days, they all just seem to pass away My dreams, my thoughts They all just seemed to come to nought My life, my days, they all just seem to pass away My thoughts, my dreams, All are seldom what they seem Given time all the pain seems to melt away Even time cannot heal that which Promised to stay for evermore Given time even pain I can hold in sway I will wait with it hidden then loosed on the final day At times I've hated the lives of the living Wished all could see their salacious forgiving The pages say that my soul has been borrowed Can't spend my life Making sure that tomorrow never comes My life, my days My dreams, my thoughts At times I've hated the lives of the living
