I've waited,
So damn long.
And stared at the clock.
For you to come home.
My fucking love is dead.
Everyone is dead,
And I feel all alone,
In this wonderful world.
Bags at my feet,
You finally kicked me out.
March down the street,
To celebrate and shout.
Yay for the people,
Who made it and felt,
Everything that you did,
But they never fell.
You hit your head on the way down,
The outcome was so unsure,
And everyone looking at you,
Like you're some kind of fool. |
