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
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