Got a sense of an overactive imagination And a rather lonely girl And someone I'd never know, Sitting in her bedroom With a neat pile of dolls and bears With ridiculous names The days pass unbearably Another week, another year Wasting so much of what I'm given A lack of desire to live Does not amount to a need to die And I have so much I want to live for But nothing I would die for I am a pitiful selfish and obscene Ridiculous emasculated deluded and obscene