Words And Music - Life Of Agony

is there something wrong with me?, ripping through the walls, tearing at the doors of education, not that it's my fault, i just can't help but sort, through the pieces, secluded from the whore, i focus at the board - i'm out of focus, there must be a way, there's got to be a way to overcome this, it's these words and music, that keeps me living, keeps me breathing, it may not be much, but this is all i got, and i'm smiling, it all seems so pointless, the hours seem so endless, and for what?, i'd rather be working, breaking my back doing something, at least i have my brothers, my band and my lover, what more could i need?, i buried my friend the other day, and i saw my life in a different way, it was a cold afternoon for a funeral, i did not shed a tear as i watched the snow fall, is there something wrong with me?, when did i become this empty?, as i gazed down at his grave, i knew that someday i'd end up, that way!