Song Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox, Puddles Pity Party, Haley Reinhart - Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places,
Worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere,
Going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression,
No expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow,
No tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world,
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday,
Happy birthday
Wanna feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen,
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me,
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson?
Look right through me,
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world,
Mad world
Mad world,
Mad world

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world,
Mad world
Enlarge your world,
Mad world