Just want to sit in my room and cry, hang my head in shame and die
There's no use having your shoulder now; a shovel puts me in the ground
I was there, waiting for you to come home and be my friend
I was scared you'd left that morning, never to return again
And the story goes
When I was sad I sadly knew you badly
Spent my nights all taking off my muscles in a grey
At first the bubble didn't burst
I was helpless and lonely and scant
But worse, you put me in a hearse
In your heart in your head in your hands
I had no second chance
I just want to sit in my room and cry, hang my head in shame and die
There's no use having your shoulder now; a shovel puts me in the ground
I was there, waiting for you to come home and be my friend
I was scared you'd left that morning, never to return again
And the story goes
When I was hard I hardly knew you partly
I did what my body told me to pretty much everyday
At first the bubble didn't burst
I was helpless and lonely and scant
But worse, you put me in a hearse
In your heart in your head in your hands
I had no second chance
I was there, waiting for you to come home and be my friend
I was scared you'd left that morning, never to return again
And the story goes
I just want to sit in my room and cry