sometimes i can fake a smile
 but still the world looks down on me
 twenty five years of growing old
 it just hangs infront of me
 i can't see or understand why
 pushing up can drag me down
 take my time in everything
 it breaks me up if i cant sing
 i cant see
 i cant touch
 sometimes in the summer sunshine
 the sky falls down on me
 always in the dead of darkdays
 someone's after me
 talking fast I'm walking backwards
 and my head is in the trees
 you can hang this heavy feeling
 hanging down on me