Mayonaise by Billy

Doomed

Pick your pockets full of sorrow and run away with me tomorrow
Well try and ease the pain but somehow we'll feel the same
Well, no one knows where our secrets go

And I fail but when I can, I will try to understand
Mother weep the years I'm missing, all our time can't be given
Back

Shut my mouth and strike the demons that cursed you and your reasons, out of hand and out of season, out of love and out of feeling
So bad

Fool enough to almost be it, and cool enough to not quite see it, and old enough to always feel this, always old, I'll always feel this

No more promise no more sorrow, no longer will I follow
Can anybody hear me
I just want to be me

When I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will