"What a tragedy," they'll say
poor boy, he's wasting his life
oh, how he used to care
how I used to love who he was
What a shame, oh, what are you doing?
don't you see the poeple who care?
They're trying to tell you
oh, you're such a talent
What are you doing?
they care, and they're crying
well, you're throwing it all away
did you deserve this? well?
what're you doing, poor boy?
Don't you see I'd love you?
I'd hold you like the meories
you left for me, and I cherish them
I'd be there for you
faithful, nd you could tell me
tell me you don't want me
but whatever
don't you see what you're doing, poor boy?
I love you.
and what're you doing?
