Achieving pathos at the last Now that our time has come and passed Think of the dreams that we have sold Designed to slowly growing old My morning sky has turned to grey I stumble through another day All of my efforts to pretend Avail me nothing in the end [CHORUS] I tell myself when I wake up, I do not feel the way I do It's just an ordinary day There is no emptiness inside No septic wound I try to hide I never loved you anyway. The creeping hours cross your face The one who measures my disgrace I cling to sanity by a hair Like a drowning man gulps air I swim through oceans of disease Taking self-pity at my ease For hours I'll just sit and stare The hands tick by but I don't care. [CHORUS] I tell myself when I wake up, I do not feel the way I do It's just an ordinary day There is no emptiness inside No septic wound I try to hide I never loved you anyway.