Get High کے بول

Guess it’s to tell a story Regarding those who came along Maybe forever holding on Somehow the dreams and glories Like many walls came crumbling down Maybe forever on the ground I’d hide the secret for too long Maybe revealing all along As it was chased and stared and sung Put out the rest, pictures and songs Memories leading my soul I felt the years go by But time and time again I’d rather die alone I’d rather die alone One thing is clear and quite up front It chooses what it wants Gives me no good reason why I should be left hung While you do what you do to me I know some day I’ll fall, unwind But ‘till that day arrives I’ll make believe and get high I felt the tears in my eyes I’ll have to go to stay But time and time again