This loneliness I've been feeling
It won't have a positive outlook on anyone
How many novels am I in?

Fading hope with potential?
If only I should be so lucky
But I'm not
I'm never quite so wonderful, am I?

Am I in need of having no need?
London is the only way
As she suffocates I'm hiding pills
So wonderful am I

I'm left with nothing, turning old leaves down
I'm only trying to work out what I'm not feeling

I'm left with nothing, turning old leaves down
I'm only trying to work out what I'm not feeling

Tape up the truth I don't want to hear it
Keep it under his duvet

Tape up the truth I don't want to hear it
Keep it under his duvet

I'm never quite so wonderful, am I?
I'm left with nothing, turning old leaves down
I'm never quite so wonderful, am I?