I feel fine, I feel fine
yeah great, just fine,
Everyone else is happy,
Whilst I'm stuck in my own mind.
There's ppl talking over there,
And ppl chatting on the chair,
But I don't have anything to say,
So I stand by the stairs.
Ppl are loving this day,
Rain, hot then, champagne spray.
I'd love to give a speech,
But I wouldn't know what to say.
There's Aunties n Uncles all telling me to get better,
I don't think they get it. I'll have to leave them a letter,
So I drift to the kitchen, and drink by myself,
Then someone comes in n nicks the last Stella from the shelf.
I really can't stand talking, crap n chit chat,
Babies n marriage, what do I know of that,
So I go upstairs, to my old room in the house.
And lay down on the bed, go to sleep, quiet as a mouse.
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