When I see your fine face
When I hear your fine words
When you crush my life, and you are glad
Well this is my riff
I go still, with my freedom
With my desperate wheel chair
And I'm a sh**, yes, you may not believe me
But anyway is true
I don't want anybody
I don't want pity; and I'm fell well...
The sky is my head
And I want to touch the sky
And then I love, I love, I love
Without saying a word
And with your sad, sad look
I play another bad riff:
And I'm a sh**, yes, you may not believe me
But anyway is true
I don't want anybody
I don't want pity
And I'm fell well...