I'm in the garden of a strangers house
Its 3 o'clock in the morning all is quiet
Noone else is about
I left you sleeping on the bed with someone else
Standing in the doorway watching you planning my revenge!
Sixteen and sleeping rough in a caravan on a secluded industrial estate..
It's okay tho at least I've got my cigarettes
To smoke the hours away....
I don't need anything no
I don't need anyone
I'll take care of myself
I'll walk the empty streets until the sun comes up
Counting those orange lights one by one
Tell me..
Do you know what its like to be a hostage of your own mind?
Do you know what its like? I'm a prisoner of mine