It's not the way that you would listen

Or the way you comb your hair

It's the fact that you are missing

How I feel when you're not there

I went through all the months of January

Locked up in this cell

I'd like to be at home, but on my own

I didn't do too well



Look at me, I always get the blame

But I can't even learn to spell my name

I like to read, I like to write

But where I live I learn to fight

So don't you ever say that we're the same



I don't need a doctor telling me I'm full of juice

It's not a statement that I'm making, but the plain and simple truth

I went through all the months of January

Locked up in my cell

I'd like to think of home, when I'm alone

It doesn't work too well