I sit and wait every day
just to see what you will say,
whether it's something old or new
you feel so proud because it amuses you.
You don't seem to notice
and you don't seem to care,
I wonder if you have any feelings in there.
You think your so cool
and you think your so neat,
I find it so hard to try and compete.
Your tales and your lies are always spreading around,
I walk in the shadows not making a sound.
I wonder if you could do my job,
sitting in the corner,
trying not to sob.
