Uno, Dos, Tres.

They painted up your secretsWith the lies they told youAnd the least they ever gave youWas the most you ever knewAnd I wonder where these dreams goWhen the world gets in your wayWhat's the point in all this screamingNo one's listening anywayYour voice is small and fadingAnd you hide in here unknownAnd your mother loves your father 'cause she's got nowhere to goAnd she wonders where these dreams go 'cause the world got in her wayWhat's the point ever tryingNothing's changing anywayThey press their lips against youAnd you love the lies they sayAnd I tried so hard to reach youBut you're falling anywayAnd you know I see right through youWhen the world gets in your wayWhat's the point in all the screamingYou were not listening anyway

-- Acoustic #3