Splinter A Better Place
I'd like to tell you a story come sit with me here by the sea I cant promise it wont be a long one but I need you here to listen to me I cant make sense of all that I'm feeling & I dont expect you to understand but when you're feeling like nothing else matters... You're asking me all the wrong questions its true that you dont understand But I can't help the way that I'm thinking and I know that you're mad but dont cry if you can Don't think that I'm being an outcast or just another teenage whore Cos if I knew of some other way out there I wouldn't be with you now up here up high up on Some people say there is but one way out I disagree can't you hear me shout I'm sick of the looks and I'm sick of the stares I'm sick of the ones that glance into the air I'm sick of those tight-fisted wannabe f..cks How can you love when you're sick of yourself? I'm sick of the looks that I'm getting Cos I'm the only one with enough balls to be brave I'm sicker than sick of just feeling this way thinking that there must be something that's better that's out there What is out there??? Nothing is out there... - I'd like to sit by the ocean, curl up with a needle or 2 I think that you know what I'm getting at...