Wonders



Sitting here with a cigarette in my hand

Why I do it, no one will ever understand

I guess it's because of what's going on inside

And everyone wonders why I run and hide.

I just sit and wonder why,

We all just can't spread our wings and fly.

People need to just leave me be,

And maybe one day, all will see,

What goes on inside my tiny little head?

And why I’m always filled with dread.

Sometimes I wonder if angels really die

Thinking about that too hard makes me begin to cry.

Why do people say there is a god?

Others think he's just a big fraud.

Do you people see where I’m coming from?

Or are you just going to sit there and make me look dumb?

You people need to wake up and see

That everything we want doesn't grow on trees.

So look deep down inside you little minds,

And maybe one day, you will find

That sometimes those wonders need to rewind.