Testo di What You Will

Thinking of the past I feel my life Is slipping by at such a speed Things I knew have gone and those I loved I look for granted and deceived Call me anything you will I'll hide behind a purple pill And though it seems I'm laughing still I'm crying Looking from my window I see winter Almost too bare to believe People change with seasons And I wonder if it's my turn to receive But they avoid the things I ask Or quickly change their style of mask The faith I had is fading fast I'm dying Seems to me the only way to be Is like a businessman And have bad colours round my head Getting drunk to find some peace of mind and consolation But there's still the problem of what happens when I'm dead