sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony. No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago. Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. Innocence died
Gone away are the golden days. Now just a page in my diary. So here I am a Utopian citizen. Im still convinced there's no such thing as idealism Oh, memories they're following me like a shadow now
with my guitar. `i'm not alone’ let's sing to the people. It's no mistake. Nor idealism. Just i don't want to live while relying on you. Nobody's watching. Not even notice it. But still i'll keep on
sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony. No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago. Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. Innocence died
