Achieving pathos at the last Now that our time has come and pa**ed Think of the dreams that we have sold Designed to slowly growing old My morning sky has turned to grey I stumble through another day All of my efforts to pretend Avail me nothing in the end [CHORUS] I tell myself when I wake up, I do not feel the way I do It's just an ordinary day There is no emptiness inside No septic wound I try to hide I never loved you anyway. The creeping hours cross your face The one who measures my disgrace I cling to sanity by a hair Like a drowning man gulps air I swim through oceans of disease Taking self-pity at my ease For hours I'll just sit and stare The hands tick by but I don't care. [CHORUS] I tell myself when I wake up, I do not feel the way I do It's just an ordinary day There is no emptiness inside No septic wound I try to hide I never loved you anyway.