Monday, October 11, 2010

Burning


Burning


I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular




How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar

You shut your mouth! 




There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet someone who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home
And you cry
And you want to die

When you say it's gonna happen now,
When exactly do you mean?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone

The Smiths

1 comment:

sofi said...

what pessimistic lyrics!!!
i don't like them...