at night i have dreams of how it will bennpeople look the same and say what they meannn*whistling*nnin the back of my mind i know nothing will changennwish that kept me from going but i go on the samenn*whistling*nnoh, does anyone love honesty more than their own voice?nnit's taken me all my waking days to see how easy men forget their stepsnn*clears throat*nnwell i'd rather be poor failed and undonennthan to live for the words of golden tonguesnn*whistling*nnoh, does anyone love honesty more than their own voice?nnit's taken me all my waking days to see how easy men forget their steps