A really small “tear”
And that was all she wrote
What’s really unfair
Is ending on this note
Ya really got high
And though ya “just can’t cope”

Yeah I’ll say it 100 times
There’s better days, come back to life
It’s such a shame, you coulda shined
But you’re the disenchanted kind

A blank stare, white
As if you’ve seen a ghost
Put Iggy up high
“The Idiot” exposed
A question left – why?
With so much left to go

Yeah I’ll say it 100 times
There’s better days, come back to life
It’s such a shame, you coulda shined
But you’re the disenchanted kind

Dropping out so casually with all this time to grow
Or it seemed so
Thinking bout how effortlessly life has been disposed
Or it seemed so
A living shroud of mystery still covered when you go
You’ll never know, how

It affects
It reflects…