Got a sense of an overactive imagination
And a rather lonely girl
And someone I'd never know,
Sitting in her bedroom
With a neat pile of dolls and bears
With ridiculous names
The days pass unbearably
Another week, another year
Wasting so much of what I'm given
A lack of desire to live
Does not amount to a need to die
And I have so much I want to live for
But nothing I would die for
I am a pitiful selfish and obscene
Ridiculous emasculated deluded and obscene