Please myself I don’t know where to go Ring the bells, I’m going out In the streets I feel the morning rose Let me in I’m full of doubt Float into the illustrated week Shake my hand and count to ten So relieving when you're feeling weak I miss the comfort in the year end I point the fact that I am hawk eyed and dull I wear my head up in the clothes The thoughts are missing somewhere in this empty skull I’ll have revenge but now I’m out