Cujo
Someone Else
Standing by the roadside, waiting for the reaper. I look inside myself, and fall in even deeper. Bright light hits the sky; the sun rises from his bed now. I step away from the pavement, to face the road ahead now. What am I looking for? I'm looking for myself, but I keep on finding someone else. I'm a creation of my morbid fantasy. A thousand dreams rolled into one, to satisfy my greed. What am I looking for? I'm looking for myself, but I keep on finding someone else.
From Letras Mania