Further into the fog i fall
Well, i was just
Following you!
When you said :
"do as i do and scrap your fey ways"
(dial-a-cliché)
"grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!"
(dial-a-cliché)
Dial-a-cliché
Dial-a-cliché
But the person underneath
Where does he go ?
Does he slide by the wayside ?
Or … does he just die ?
And you find that you’ve organised
Your feelings, for people
Who didn’t like you then
And do not like you now
But still you say :
"do as i do and scrap your fey ways"
(dial-a-cliché)
"grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!"
(dial-a-cliché)
"the safe way is the only way !
There’s always time to change, son !"
I’ve changed
But i’m in pain !
Dial-a-cliché
