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