I am Jack's sense of rejection I s** my finger, it stings He puts his hand on the shoulder And says a million stupid things I hear he's backwards and inbred I hear he's all kinds of things I put my head on the table And think a million stupid things I just want answers to questions And no-one knows what its worth To see a chink in the armour But I want more than this I hold it in I hate that grin But it's all good That smile is worn to be seen When faced with all of my demons I ran as fast as I could For shelter in my own ignorance Like any normal person would And you might label me indolent If you didn't know me too well You would say I have a problem And I'd say "Go to hell" When I am free It will be sunny forever And I can say that I feel fine Sitting here doing nothing That smile is worn to be seen Still I can't forget what you told me I can't forget what you said I can't stop seeing a target Painted on the back of his head Why does he smile when he sees me And wave as he pa**es by? Who doesn't he know what he represents? Why is that? I don't get it