Despite my
protests
to the
contrary,
it has
always
been you.
Why not
meet me
at the
library,
and I’ll make
your dreams
come true.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Despite my
protests
to the
contrary,
it has
always
been you.
Why not
meet me
at the
library,
and I’ll make
your dreams
come true.
I’ll look again,
if you like,
but I’m pretty
sure there’s none.
Fun, happiness,
joy, laughter,
I’m pretty sure
they’ve gone.
You would come charging in on your white horse
Thinking you’re going to save the world, of course
But you’ve got nothing to offer underneath all of that armour
You don’t fool me, you know, you little charmer