I'd like to tell you a story

come sit with me here by the sea

I cant promise it wont be a long one

but I need you here to listen to me

I cant make sense of all that I'm feeling

& I dont expect you to understand

but when you're feeling like nothing else matters...

You're asking me all the wrong questions

its true that you dont understand

But I can't help the way that I'm thinking

and I know that you're mad but dont cry if you can

Don't think that I'm being an outcast

or just another teenage whore

Cos if I knew of some other way out there

I wouldn't be with you now up here up high up on

Some people say there is but one way out

I disagree can't you hear me shout

I'm sick of the looks and I'm sick of the stares

I'm sick of the ones that glance into the air

I'm sick of those tight-fisted wannabe fucks

How can you love when you're sick of yourself?

I'm sick of the looks that I'm getting

Cos I'm the only one with enough balls to be brave

I'm sicker than sick of just feeling this way

thinking that there must be something that's better that's out there

What is out there???

Nothing is out there...

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I'd like to sit by the ocean,

curl up with a needle or 2

I think that you know what I'm getting at...