Candy coated promises
that I will never keep
I just make them now so you will shut up
and I can go to sleep
You're wishing and you're bitching and making your plans
That involve me, and revolve around me, but you've never 
asked me
I've become quite content now
With seeing the glass as half empty
And I can't always find my way
I've become quite content now
With seeing the glass as half empy
And I can't always find my way
I'm rather pleased with myself for putting the past aside
I'm rather pleased with myself for keeping my rage inside
In the place of your taste I've been faced with the 
reasons
You don't seem to be on the same page as I
And I?