Confessions of a.D.D.D.

On this here street where I do sit
 Lives a man we can't forgive
 His felony was jealousy
 An impossible personality
 And if you think it's you, then let me know
 He wasn't rich, and he wasn't poor
 Oh, how he longed for so much more
 At night he dreams of buccaneers
 Pirate ships and privateers
 And if you think it's you, then let me know
 His window was his favourite seat
 For watching history repeat
 Was he cursed or was he blessed
 In the end, well, he confessed
 And if you think it's you then let me know
 This is what he said
 The warning signs are on my wall
 There's no feelin' anymore
 Has it always been like this?
 Signed and sealed without a kiss
 Well, I know it's there
 It's just something that I missed
 ♪
 The tears of madness
 Souvenirs of sadness
 Is all he sees, all he sees
 So how do I begin to end this tale?
 Of a time when all was well
 And he'd laze on summer days down by the lake
 Where the seagulls play what a way to waste his days
 Who is to blame?
 Have I been framed? Yeah
 Who is to blame?
 Have I been framed?
 For the death of these days? (For the death of these days?)
 For the death of these days? (For the death of these days?)
 For the death of these days? (For the death of these days?)
 For the death of these days? (For the death of these days?)