I am Jack's sense of rejection
I s** my finger, it stings
He puts his hand on the shoulder
And says a million stupid things
I hear he's backwards and inbred
I hear he's all kinds of things
I put my head on the table
And think a million stupid things
I just want answers to questions
And no-one knows what its worth
To see a chink in the armour
But I want more than this
I hold it in
I hate that grin
But it's all good
That smile is worn to be seen
When faced with all of my demons
I ran as fast as I could
For shelter in my own ignorance
Like any normal person would
And you might label me indolent
If you didn't know me too well
You would say I have a problem
And I'd say "Go to hell"
When I am free
It will be sunny forever
And I can say that I feel fine
Sitting here doing nothing
That smile is worn to be seen
Still I can't forget what you told me
I can't forget what you said
I can't stop seeing a target
Painted on the back of his head
Why does he smile when he sees me
And wave as he pa**es by?
Who doesn't he know what he represents?
Why is that?
I don't get it