Deprived

I
honestly
don’t
remember

When
I last
felt
human
touch

And
as
time
goes
on

I’ve
started
to
feel

That
I actually
don’t
mind
too
much

Flying Solo

Please don’t pity me,

As I’m ok by myself.

I’ve got a set of ladders to reach,

A saucepan from the shelf.

I don’t need anyone to catch a spider,

I can open my own jars.

I can brew my own keg of cider,

I can order my own food in bars.

So please don’t pity me,

As I’m ok by myself.

In fact I choose to be single now,

For the goodness of my health.

You
can
stay

Or you
can
leave

I
really
don’t
give
a fuck

As
from
now on

I’ll
rely on
no one

And
make
my own
bloody
luck

It’s a
mistake
to tell
me what
to do.

And it’s
a bigger mistake
to think
I’d ever
listen to you.