Marie

How do you change your circumstance
Stuck in a world that doesn’t change
How do you know what’s right
When the bottoms fallen out

But if it’s never been good
Never been right
Throw it all away Just because
I want change

Is that special
Do you think you’re special
Special
Did you know that you’re special

Dreams with holes
Lie next to broken souls
Fleeting bouts of ambition
Covered in cigarettes and mold

All the pointed purpose
Those thoughts so suspicious
Could it be that best intentions
Are tools of the malicious
Is that speicial?

Dreams with holes Lie next to broken souls
Fleeting bouts of ambition
Covered in cigarettes and mold
All the pointed purpose
Those thoughts so suspicious
Could it be that best intentions
Are tools of the malicious
And is that special