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