R. Langdon)



When the world died laughing, laughing at you

While others cry hungry you go with out food

Still you can see that as the world splits its sides

You're one of a million, just a wandering child

Because something meant something

Nothing to the few

Now heaven doesn't haunt you

And hell's awful

Don't tell me you love me, don't say that I do

'Cause I will believe you, I'll believe you

Now you're hurting but you just can't feel

You've got a chip on your shoulder and your arm won't heal

Sheer paranoia keeps you awake

Makes you hungry, makes you ache

She'll go enroll me, time and again

Well, I could have told you 'cause you're not my friend

Still I will believe you, I'll even lie

For all of your hurting is just sand in my eyes

Like sand in your eyes

But you can't see that with sand in your eyes

You're just one of a million wandering children