That’s right stare at the ceiling,
Close your eyes, pretend that there’s feeling,
Play the act; say that it’s good,
Do it how you know you should.
Blank your eyes, you cant feel the touch,
It won’t make a difference, matter much,
It’s what you wanted; your face said so,
One more time with feeling, let’s go.
When it’s done pick yourself up,
Smile like you mean it, vulnerable pub.
You done good kid, don’t tell your mum,
Your cant even cry, your empty and numb.
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 9:49 AM UTC
That’s right stare at the ceiling,
Close your eyes, pretend that there’s feeling,
Play the act; say that it’s good,
Do it how you know you should.
Blank your eyes, you cant feel the touch,
It won’t make a difference, matter much,
It’s what you wanted; your face said so,
One more time with feeling, let’s go.
When it’s done pick yourself up,
Smile like you mean it, vulnerable pub.
You done good kid, don’t tell your mum,
Your cant even cry, your empty and numb.