Roses

I'm tired of trying to understand, so ignorant I'll remain
I feel repressed, and I'm not impressed by the games you children play
Some of you may bask in the sun and some of you may hide
Whenever I hear your laughing voices, I just want to cry
So many years of nothingness yet you seem so content
You have to realize, it's all lies of deceit
Call me a bastard- call me a afraid
I'll just turn a deaf ear
'Cause all is that for roses, it's been a wonderful year
Now your party is over, and your host has died
Kick your shoes off as you walk through the door
It's time to come inside
The world is crumbling, a drunkard stumbling
A new year's come alive It's been a wonderful year