I don't write because I don't think, I don't have a need to speak, I don't see the bright side quite as clear. Accolades and happy days, they don't ever last, stories of courage clouded up with fear. In the broom grass I would lie, glimmer in my eye, the sun smiled back on me, from victory I tried. To match eternal life, how I led my life, of course I was forced to retreat, from victory I accept defeat. Waxy green and yellow walls, outside my windows fall, covering the light I thought I'd see. Am I sad or am I sick, what's at the root of it, do I throw my hands and quit, something tells me no. In the broom grass I would lie, glimmer in my eye, the sun smiled back on me, from victory I tried. To match eternal life, how I led my life, of course I was forced to retreat, from victory I accept defeat. Worries on all sides of my mind, in silence my darkness is denied. In the broom grass I would lie, glimmer in my eye, the sun smiled back on me, from victory I tried. To match eternal life, how I led my life, of course I was forced to retreat, from victory I accept defeat. Thanks for watching!