Here I am, where I
I
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
And too much weight for walking shoes.
I could have died from being boring.
As for loneliness,
She greets me every morning.
At the most I
I
I
I
At the most I
I
I
I
Here I am, where I
I
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.
At the most I
I
I
I
At the most I
I
I
I