realize
formally: crazed perfect days

slap me with this wicked truth
end this masquerade of your pleasure
stop what you have started again
busts open these little walls they can't hold me down
in to my eyes these days have been a waste
the next should be wonderful and full of joy
no more storms to mild the smiles
no more grays days to hide the shine
my cruise has just begun surfing the clouds
dance in the rays that shine upon me
all by my lonesome with nobody to see
crazy little one don't lie to you're self
go back to you wicked truths and simple lies
back to the storms the mild your smile
and back to the gray days