Michael Seyer Intimations Of Morality From Recollections Of Ugly Children Lyrics

Please distract me from my own despair
It creeps on me when I know no ones there
Because I don't wanna feel, feel so old
Because I don't wanna feel, bitter and old
But its bitter sweet oh boy
When you drop all your toys
But its bitter sweet oh joy
Being a melancholy boy

So what I'm comfortable and things they seems so find
I know that misery is, happiness with some time
Life is so unfair to everyone that it is fair
Just be glad of your joys and everything that gives you care

To win, you must play the game
To win, you must do what you love
I hope I can win so I can do what I love
I wish to do what I love