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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