Song for the Cynic...

I am a bleeding cynic, says she.

So is the frigging critic, says me.

If you wanna know, who you are,

Just marry the freaking person, that you are.



She says,I have the ashes covered on me,

So does the burning phoenix, says me…

If you wanna touch, all you dreams,

Just learn to fight, and break free.



So when people shout,

And you drown in doubt.

You gotta shut your ears, and your mouth!

You better Open your heart, and burn your doubt!!!



Listen, oh baby! Just listen…

Hear what you want you to tell yourselves…

Listen, oh baby! Just listen…

Just listen this once, then rise up and shout!!!



As no matter what they say,

we gotta live it our own way...

And when the time does come,

say goodbye to all those strings

that hung upon your dreams,

and move on...



I am a bleeding cynic, says she.

So is the frigging critic, says me.

If you wanna know, who you are,

Just marry the freaking person, that you are.



She says,I have the ashes covered on me,

So does the burning phoenix, says me…

If you wanna touch all you dreams,

Just learn to fight, and break free.



Cos, in the end, when all is said and done,

You ain’t never gonna be happy.......



Cos, in the end, when all is said and done,

You ain’t never gonna be happy-

If you never listened… to yourself…



As no matter what they say,

we gotta live it our own way...

And when the time does come,

say goodbye to all those strings

that hung upon your dreams,

and move on...



(Cos, in the end, when all is said and done,

You ain’t never gonna be happy-

If you never listened… to yourself…)



(Cross fade out)



© Karthik Adithya Singaraju
04/10/2011