Intimations of Morality from Recollections of Ugly Children - Michael Seyer

Please distract me from my own despair

It creeps on me when I know no ones there

Because I don’t wanna feel, feel so old

Because I don’t wanna feel, bitter and old

But its bitter sweet oh boy

When you drop all your toys

But its bitter sweet oh joy

Being a melancholy boy

So what I’m comfortable and things they seems so find

I know that misery is, happiness with some time

Life is so unfair to everyone that it is fair

Just be glad of your joys and everything that gives you care

To win, you must play the game

To win, you must do what you love

I hope I can win so I can do what I love

I wish to do what I love