Everyone looks at me as the sickest one down the street
No friends on the telephone box
So I make sure they see me walk away
I sometimes feel lack-sense

Visit the night l'ecole and about a dozen murderers
This went on in and about a cracked fairytale.

Whenever I want to leave
the same old taped box
Comes and pushes me in l'ecole

I went somewhere to meet up
with my worries
But the worries suppressed me

Dim light in the ****** pantry
with kitchen ****
They won't even come and
light me a wire to burn
Light my ******* face off
with a towel-iron
Brother suicide leave me crying
in the bone-ditch
My stroller broke and I'm
crawling off the falls

I was with her just today
And now they all act like she's missing