Well, well I don’t know how you did it You slipped the poison under my nose And now I’m under your spell Well, well Aren’t you a lucky one? I’m going to be your doll tonight
Democracy? An equal say? Oh, my sisters You do make me laugh So was I always going to leave? OK, that’s alright But you lied to me You heard what was said, but you still lied Thank you
So here I am Screaming through a pen Wearing down my little paper soul How awful it is And yet I find it so easy To write what I believe Rather than to say it
How can I write down my problems Without sounding like I just want attention? I don’t want attention So why am I writing this? Should you choose to read this It is not me asking for attention