i don't think they'll ever understand
but then again i don't know for sure
i see them late at night in the shadows
sticking needles in their arms
and staring up at me
with those big round eyes

sometimes you think you're so damn scared
you gotta get out of this hell
but i really am

claudia's calling my name
she's telling me to come home

i'm just a little person on the cover of a magazine
i keep telling you my story
hoping you'll understand
thinking maybe you'll tell them what i really mean

walking through the night looking for a newstand
trying to buy the morning paper at 3 am
its raining inside and i can't break out
they all stare at me with their big round eyes

stop it i say
stop it or die
"you're morbid, please, a sweet delight"

faces blurring past as i run and run to run away
i can't get away i can't run away
but i try
i try or i die

© 1998 m. hughes