Intelligency - The Ideals

I don’t know what you’ve meant to me
It’s sad to see the road that’s over
And I know I will be no good
Enough of you, enough of you
Saving nerves for empty eyes
It might be seen and enough to step for
Tired of never being involved
I know it’s on, I know it’s wrong
I’m leaving tissue of ice overflowing
Analyzing the frown of the crowd
Teasing issues, I meant you to come on
You wish me would be playing