Dear person, unaware of what is going on here It's just an attitude When all I do is mock your pretty face And just the way I am -- cynical and shameless Somebody told me so I wouldn't change a word of what they said Oh, well In a checked shirt, unwanted slim fit You were the best thing that never happened to me I couldn't talk, I couldn't move A shocking sight of someone I used to know as you A tasteless way of trying to seem interesting You know I wouldn't fall for such a cheap trick in a million years Eye to the keyhole Nothing but blackness I really do protest Against your so-called fancy dress When all that's left is leftovers From years and years of fear And when the only thing I think of in order to get out of here Is hara-kiri with a teaspoon It might be time to disappear Just how could anyone confuse this thing with having a good time? Please get me out of here I'm so fed up Please let me disappear