Story: Uselles Mad World. » 1D

All around me are familiar faces,
worn out places, worn out faces.

Bright and early for the daily rises,
going nowhere, going nowhere.

Tears are fulling up there glasses,
no expression, no expression.

In my head I wanna drown my sorrow,
no tomorrow, no tomorrow.

And I find kinda funny, I find it kinda sad.
The dreams in which I'm dieing are the best I ever had.
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take.
When people run in circles, it's a very very mad world.