Confessions of a.D.D.D.

On this here street where I do sit
There lives a man we can't forgive
His felony was jealousy
An impossible personality
And if you think it's you then let me knowHe wasn't rich and he wasn't poor
Oh how he longed for so much more
At night he dreams of buccaneers
Pirate ships and privateers
And if you think it's you then let me knowHis window was his favorite seat
For watching history repeat
Was he cursed or was he blessed?
In the end well he confessed
And if you think it's you then let me knowThis is what he said
"The warning signs are on my wall
There's no feelin' anymore
Has it always been like this?
Signed and sealed without a kiss
Well, I know it's there
It's just something that I missed"And through the tears of madness, souvenirs of sadness
Is all he sees, all he sees
Oh how do I begin to end this tale?
Of a time when all was well
And he'd laze on summer days
Down by the lake where the seagulls play
What a way to waste his days!Who is to blame?
Have I been framed?
Yeah, who is to blame?
Have I been framed?(For the death of these days)
For the death of these days
(For the death of these days)
For the death of these days(For the death of these days)
For the death of these days
(For the death of these days)
For the death of these days