Northern Portrait
Sporting a Scar
Dear person, unaware of what is going on hereIt's just an attitudewhen all I do is mock your pretty faceAnd just the way I am -- cynical and shamelessSomebody told me so,I wouldn't change a word of what they saidOh, wellIn a checked shirt, unwanted slim fitYou were the best thing that never happened to meI couldn't talk, I couldn't moveA shocking sight of someone I used to know as youA tasteless way of trying to seem interestingYou know I wouldn't fall for such a cheap trick in a million yearsEye to the keyhole,Nothing but blacknessI really do protestagainst your so-called fancy dressWhen all that's left is leftoversfrom years and years of fear,and when the only thing I think of in order to get out of hereis hara-kiri with a teaspoon,it might be time to disappearJust how could anyone confuse this thing with having a good time?Please get me out of here I'm so fed upPlease let me disappear
From Letras Mania