My Pedestrian Rash Songtext

begins with hope, concludes with disappoinment
so i lock away everything from here on out
'cause the rash of pedestrain has no ointment

from all i can surmise, given what has been
cliches are because they're true
a fine line lies between illusion and depression
what will push me over, or who?
all i am is all i will become
pleasant holding my expression
in pages onto which i throw my deepest self
and fall into recession

am i what i could have been
or less, or maybe more?
for i, i took the road none travelled by
i opened all the new doors

close the doors, trap drop, don't come around
your feelings aren't enough, feelings aren't enough don't complain because no one's listening
oh well life's tough, oh well life's tough