Northern Portrait Sporting A Scar
Dear person, unaware of what is going on here
It's just an attitude
When all I do is mock your pretty face
And just the way I am -- cynical and shameless
Somebody told me so
I wouldn't change a word of what they said
Oh, well
In a checked shirt, unwanted slim fit
You were the best thing that never happened to me
I couldn't talk, I couldn't move
A shocking sight of someone I used to know as you
A tasteless way of trying to seem interesting
You know I wouldn't fall for such a cheap trick in a million years
Eye to the keyhole
Nothing but blackness
I really do protest
Against your so-called fancy dress
When all that's left is leftovers
From years and years of fear
And when the only thing I think of in order to get out of here
Is hara-kiri with a teaspoon
It might be time to disappear
Just how could anyone confuse this thing with having a good time?
Please get me out of here I'm so fed up
Please let me disappear
