"...are familiar faces,
Worn out places, worn out faces,
Bright and early for the daily races,
Going no where, going no where.
Their tears are filling up their glasses,
No expression, no expression,
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow,
No tomorrow, no tomorrow.
And I find I kind of funny, I find it kind of sad,
The dreams in which Im dying are the best Ive ever had,
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take,
When people run in circles its a very, very mad world,
Mad world..."
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Beautiful piece, the depth in her eyes is astounding. I absolutely adore the way you painted her reflection.
Truly an alluring work.
I like to base a few of my softer works on "Mad World", as well. I actually have a deviation titled by that!
Great work.