sometimes i can fake a smile   but still the world looks down on me   twenty five years of growing old   it just hangs infront of me   i can't see or understand why   pushing up can drag me down   take my time in everything   it breaks me up if i cant sing   i cant see   i cant touch   sometimes in the summer sunshine   the sky falls down on me   always in the dead of darkdays   someone's after me   talking fast I'm walking backwards   and my head is in the trees   you can hang this heavy feeling   hanging down on me