Disordered Teenager

Yeah I'm on a Mission from God !

Wish You Were Here

So you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
Blues skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold, steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year
Running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

- Pink Floyd