I am the son
I am the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the sun and air
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth, how can you say, that I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does
I am the son
I am the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth, how can you say I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does
There’s a club, if you’d like to go
You could meet someone who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die
When you say it’s gonna happen “now”
When exactly do you mean?
See I’ve already waited too long
And all my hope is gone…
You shut your mouth, how can you say I go about things the wrong way?
I am Human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does…