There are screams
Echoing from a distance...

Rise, rise, to face another day.
I don't quite see the point in it...

You walk the streets
Late at night...

When I was younger,
I learnt the lesson well...

I close my eyes
And think about...

You open the door
And I step inside...

Will he give me the time of day?
Will he listen to the things I say...

Would I be doing you injustice
If I fell pregnant again...

Strolling down the walks of life,
I grow weary...

Cut off my ears
Burn out my eyes...

Standing up here,
Staring out at the restless ocean...

I'd rather die
Than continue to do this...