When I was 10 my mum Told me that
I was special
The Next day was the First time
she told me to shut up
When I was 14 my Friends told me that
I was funny
The Next day I Heard them laugh about me
And when I was 16
You told me I was beautiful
You told me you loved me
You told me you would do anything for me
But I did not believe you
Because I learnt that people don't mean
What they say
And I did not want to get disappointed again

Where is it you've gone I can't follow?

Can't tell you how many times I've been looking for something new.
Something better than this shade of blue I see through.

But you've got me pictured all wrong.
I'm more than just the chipping paint on the brush scraping the canvas.
I guess I'm in no rush to clean up.

Where is it you've gone I can't follow?