Mad World by Alex Parks

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny

I find it kind of sad

The dreams in which I'm dying

Are the best I've ever had

I find it hard to tell you

'Cos I find it hard to take

When people run in circles

It's a very, very

Mad World

 Children waiting for the day they feel good

Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday

Made to feel the way that every child should

Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous

No one knew me, no one knew me

Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson

Look right through me, look right through me

 I love getting off campus, getting away from familiar faces. Faces that are so familiar, those mass of people sitting in the road rather than traveling it, just end up looking right through me. Or maybe I look right through them. I'm tired of everyone I know, or maybe just people I recognize but don't have any idea about other than Union student. It's a mad world, yet finding beautiful insanity--much less the mad ones--becomes hard to find while locked away on a sleepwalkers' campus.