Look at me

I'm happy as can be

About the air in my lungs

And the stories I've spun

About being satisfied

Most of the time

Listening to the wind and the rain

Always wondering



Why does everybody run away

Tell me, tell me

When will I get myself straight

Help me, help me



"Cos the good people I know

They come and they go

Talking 'bout hospitals

Making room for criminals 

And they look at me

They think I'm mad as can be

'Cos I got a criminal inside

That I just can't hide

And I'm frustrated 

I try to medicate it

But nothing's as strong 

As the damage I've done



Why does everybody run away

Tell me, tell me

When will I get myself straight

Help me, help me



'Cos I live alone

With a criminal

I live alone



Why does everybody run away

Tell me, tell me

When will I get myself straight

Help  me, help me



'Cos my house ain't a home

'Cos I'm living alone

With a criminal