She hides herself at home,with all she loves the most,
her friends are on the phone,she listens,she listens.
She bites her lip,she wouln`nt let it slip,
she dont belive a word,she hates him she loves him.
The night before today,she thought that he would stay,
she kissed herself away,she was nothing,she was nothing.
She raises up her head & wishes she were dead,
she sees the unmade bed,Tracey Emin,Tracey Emin.
Shes free to leave all the things she dosnt need behind,
in her life.
She dos`nt see why the things she dont belive,should change her mind,
change her mind.
She thought it would be fine but its raining,
the train was late again today,she was waiting,she was waiting.
Faces in the crowd,shes missing,so she spends the night alone,
with a bottle,in a bottle.
She stands alone,the party was to long,they played her favourite song,
she hates it,she hates it.
The books he left behind are faithless & profound,
& she cries herself to sleep,with the light on,with the light on.
Shes free to leave all the things she dos`nt need,behind in her life.
She dosn`t see why the things she dont belive should change her mind,
change her mind.