A little music box, free of scorn,
sits by itself, alone and worn...

Let's go for a ride,
not stay in and hide...

I laugh at your hair, your stupid little face...
A waste of air, a waste of space...

Golden hair and clear blue eyes,
the pretty face that's full of lies...

If there were such a thing, would we ever know?
Would our clothes look different...

As I lay me down to sleep,
I find I can't and simply weep...

Broken glass, a shattered smile,
open wounds a bloody pile...

It hurts to frown,
to always look down...

Trickling down, refusing to cease,
it seems I've found my best release...

In a nutshell, life's unfair.
Boring, hopeless, full of despair...

Please stop It's heartless teasing,
It's temptation and carelessness...

Why won't you play this game with me,
I'll ask just once I swear...