What are you staring at? With eyes refusing to look, What are you looking for? If you want it all, it's your's. Do you really believe that? Or are you just guessing again, Do you really know me? Can all your efforts really, Make the difference we need? To see and know eachother, Do you have the balls? Or stomach, for that sort of thing. Can you tell I'm mad? Driven by the world behind us, Driven to the edge of time, Bothered by what drives us there. Driving or puppeteered by this, I refuse to feel the pain Pushed on us by you. Is that really that bad? To want to look a little longer, Is it really all that sad? To keep staring at the rainbow, Waiting for the end of all. Don't let this drive you down, dear. That's not at all what I wanted.
