• When all life seems like a broken dream

    And every word you say isn’t what you mean

    And somehow every thing fades away

    And the gray gets closer day by day

    You can’t help but wonder how you will end yourself.

    Sometimes things are not what they seem,

    So don’t trust your eyes and don’t trust me.

    There is no turning back now, just listen to me,

    But never trust me, sometimes the yellow brick road

    Leads you to nowhere, sometimes things just cant be trusted

    And the outcome cannot be predicted, and there is no such thing as perfect

    And every thing is less than worth it. No, don’t trust your ears,

    Be guided by fear, I warned you once dear, don’t trust what I tell you.

    Sometimes the yellow brick road leads you straight off a cliff,

    Or better yet to the edge and makes you diced weather or not to jump.

    Remember the only way down is…. down!

    Talk is cheep; it’s always on sale and it's always in season.

    And the lies that you’re selling aren’t worth the crying.

    You are screaming at nothing remind your self that

    Nobody’s there, because nobody cares. It’s the yellow brick road

    That leads you nowhere fast. And it takes you to the edge

    But you cant go back, now tap your heels together and

    Repeat after me, there’s no place like home, there’s no place…
    Like Hell….