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