Back to the good old emotional stuff...
Everyone has feeling, and everyone has emotion
So why are they so uncaring, without a positive notion
Why do they fake ‘stupid’, why do they fake ‘cheap’?
Inside, deep on the inside, it causes them to weep
And so I stand alone, I stand alone for what I believe
No matter how much my loneliness causes me to grieve
My religion, my faith, my hopes and my dreams
It’s all much more important than it seems
And with it I’ll succeed, unlike those ‘mainstreamers’
Because we all know who are the dreamers
And who are the ones who keep their heads low
Resisting to expand, and refusing to grow
Those who curl up and waste their life away
Sitting in front of the television day by day by day
It’s just so depressing, the foolishness of mankind
Leaving all good aspects behind
Popularity, money, plastic surgery, fame
It’s all so pointless and all so lame
Drugs and alcohol are your tickets to doom
So spend your ‘popular days’ in the gloom
"Popular Days"
February 2008
Olga Taratuta
Everyone has feeling, and everyone has emotion
So why are they so uncaring, without a positive notion
Why do they fake ‘stupid’, why do they fake ‘cheap’?
Inside, deep on the inside, it causes them to weep
And so I stand alone, I stand alone for what I believe
No matter how much my loneliness causes me to grieve
My religion, my faith, my hopes and my dreams
It’s all much more important than it seems
And with it I’ll succeed, unlike those ‘mainstreamers’
Because we all know who are the dreamers
And who are the ones who keep their heads low
Resisting to expand, and refusing to grow
Those who curl up and waste their life away
Sitting in front of the television day by day by day
It’s just so depressing, the foolishness of mankind
Leaving all good aspects behind
Popularity, money, plastic surgery, fame
It’s all so pointless and all so lame
Drugs and alcohol are your tickets to doom
So spend your ‘popular days’ in the gloom
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