I was standing in the back of this big crowed
Kept on wondering what what I really care about
I still believed in a happy ending
I believed in something good, after all
What was happening I might never understand
All these cruel things they were never really planed
I got home this Sunday morning
Petrified as it all was coming down
I'm an optimist, well at least I always was one
Much to blind to see the truth behind the curtain
I thought that I'm in control
But I lost it for much too long