living by himself alone in this world
left his home for the love of a girl
he knew better than everyone around
here he lives broken underground
and he says . . .
i don't care if you write me a letter
i don't care what you say to me no more
all i've got is the trash left on my door
what you have don't worry me
worry me no more
now that she's gone, needle in her vein
died too young, drove him insane
looking down you'll see him lying there
gave up on his life thought no-one cared
i don't care if you write me a letter
i don't care what you say to me no more
all i've got is the trash left on my door
what you have don't worry me
worry me no more
cold and confused saddened by the truth
head hung low, remembering his youth
asked himself "why?" he said
"no-one can reach me here pretend as if i'm dead"
i don't care if you write me a letter
i don't care what you say to me no more
all i've got is the trash left on my door
what you have don't worry me
all i've got is the trash left on my door
what you have don't worry me
all i've got is the trash left on my door
what you have don't worry me