Almost Over

Think I'm unkind
But people aren't the way you think they are
They can't remember all the time
What it was you wantedThey paint you out in straight silhouette
But don't you get the picture yet?
Why you're getting all upset?
The worst part's almost overThree's such a crowd
You ought to tell me what you tell yourself
You ever gonna speak it aloud
Do I have to guess like everyone else?With an iron will to walk the walk
And the glass drawn that can't be moved to talk
Black eyes always watch the clock
The worst part's almost over