At one time when the days were nectar sweet I was a lovely boy. I brought smiles in my bag to pass around to all the unpleasant I passed. As life walked by. I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare. I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems. It must be a long project to finally bring someone to their knees. It didn't like me fucking up the balance. I'm undoing life's work. Since I never once saw that gaze fade. My bag became smaller, the unpleasant wouldn't accept my smiles as easily as before. I think I'm losing my friends. I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare. I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems. I think I was a lovely boy. It feels like a million years since I was him. I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare. I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems. To think those stories were a lie and all he had to do was fix a gaze on me. To turn it all around. I think I was a lovely boy. Let's see if we cant make a lovely lovely man. LyricsFreak