living by himself alone in this world 

     left his home for the love of a girl

he knew better than everyone around 

     here he lives broken underground



   and he says . . .



i don't care if you write me a letter

          i don't care what you say to me no more

all i've got is the trash left on my door

          what you have don't worry me

              worry me no more



now that she's gone, needle in her vein

died too young, drove him insane 

looking down you'll see him lying there

gave up on his life thought no-one cared



i don't care if you write me a letter

          i don't care what you say to me no more

all i've got is the trash left on my door

          what you have don't worry me

              worry me no more



cold and confused saddened by the truth

head hung low, remembering his youth 

asked himself "why?" he said

"no-one can reach me here pretend as if i'm dead"



i don't care if you write me a letter

          i don't care what you say to me no more

all i've got is the trash left on my door

          what you have don't worry me

all i've got is the trash left on my door

          what you have don't worry me

all i've got is the trash left on my door

          what you have don't worry me



no more



no more