Curtained room
makes grey and gloom
in which I'm drowning
can't keep throwing-
Out my chest
a breath of fresh
air's what I'm wanting
why am I staying?
I don't get it
I resent it
never wanting
what I'm getting!
Am I ornery?
selfish?
but maybe that's completely ordinary!-
(music)
For the season
what a stupid reason
to stand still
while bells ring shrill-
In my ears
with growing fears
and though I'm cold
my blankets folded-
On my bed
beneath my head
yes, even this
seems not what it is...
Can't you see
me never meaning to
bring strife
and yet it's my life
I am ornery!
selfish, usually!
Why am I completely ordinary!?
Yes, even this seems not what it is...
