The Glass Is Half Empty
A picture into a picture
That's all my life has been
Painting after painting
It's always the same
I'm going backward again
It's like this dream will never end
How will I find reality?
How will I get back to ground?
They treat you like royalty
When you're a part of them
They treat you like shit
When you're done and well
So I'll paste on a smile
Keep 'em busy for a while
They have no idea
That I'm not myself.
That's all my life has been
Painting after painting
It's always the same
I'm going backward again
It's like this dream will never end
How will I find reality?
How will I get back to ground?
They treat you like royalty
When you're a part of them
They treat you like shit
When you're done and well
So I'll paste on a smile
Keep 'em busy for a while
They have no idea
That I'm not myself.