[bad word] 
Another day goes by
And I don’t wash my hair
Another night is spent
Wishing you were here
My skin it looks so pale
What’s that over there?

Hiding in the shadows
Nothing can be done
To ease my mind
I want to see the sun
 [bad word] 

Too much stuff that I keep
I don’t know what for
I don’t have the guts
My clothes are all over the floor
 [bad word] 

Sentimental value
The unopened mail
Lipstick, powder puff
I’m afraid that I might fail

And I think I’m falling down again
So I think about all my good friends
And I wish them the best
Knowing I have them