I sit there staring at the clock
Willing the time to go by...

Have you ever noticed how when the billowy smoke
Have got its surroundings in a grey grip of choke...

It’s Wednesday night and I’m all...
I’m listening to music and doing home work...

They look at me with knowing eyes
My secret’s out...

The one thing one should treasure
You’ll never know you’ve had it...

I’m dead to you
But I can live with that...