Lonely no? Like me. But somehow cant. I'm incapable 
remember? And you my little police officer. Angry little 
heart. You think everybodys wrong. Covered ground. This 
songs been done to death, but one little persistent voice 
sings over the choir in my head. It sings but its still a 
mess of words. Bad journalist. You were never there. You 
only covered what you heard. You've heard it all. You 
know even more. Or less. Rest assured, rest assured. You 
havent learnt a thing. But all those things you kinda 
that were clogged have now since split. What can you do? 
Just let them bleed . . . until everythings deceased. The 
distance is increased. The puzzle is unpieced. My bully 
is finally teased. I cant ever tell you anything again. 
Straining muscles on next-time smiles. Sorry, got to fake 
it. But I wont care. I'm incapable remember? And you my 
little police officer. Angry little heart. You think the 
worlds against you. But you are really against the world.