with no one here to sing for
 tired of being weightless
 for all these looking boys

 you can always say my attic has its charm
 you can always say you did no major harm
 you can always that summer had its charm
 and that you did no major harm
 oh  spare me if you please

 sick  tired and sleepless
 with no one else to shine for
 sick of all my distress
 but i won't show i'm still poor

 symptoms are so deep
 something here's so wrong
 nothing is complete
 nowhere to belong
 symptoms are so deep
 i think i'd better stay here on my own
 so spare me if you please