i sit back and watch the world spin
and how that little old man is holding his tin
i wonder about the world and how its been
why is everyone becoming so thin?
i want to get out,
but all i do is shout
i see that couple over there with big grins
i turn about to look and ask, where are all my friends?
stop the world, its too confusing
it feels like im losing
im like a black crayon in a bow full of yellows
im just the old fellow
i never feel like getting up in the morning, i'd rather be snoozing
school is just like hell on earth but worse
its just like on big curse
dont pitty me, i do that enough
so im going to just pack my stuff
because i've had enough
im gone
im sick of being lead on
im not a beautiful fawn
so im gone