Simple

[WC is an old man]

So he’s back to the sweet nothings that keep me quiet and content
Unlike all the evil that pervades and won’t relent
I’m just living in my mind
At times it feels so heaven sent
Other times a nightmare and there’s no escape or place to vent

I don’t wanna be a victim but it’s me all on my own
They know I can’t defend myself and I don’t want them to go
But they’ve got vocations and pursuasions and I just can’t meet demands
So I’m frustrated and angry
I guess I’ll never keep a man

Never wanted to be perfect
that’s the base of all desires
The finery
The fancy things
I see it in his eyes
Hear it in his lies
I’m not surprised
Just disappointed
Another reason I despise

So I just mind my own
Sometimes juvenile
I just keep to myself
I guess I never grew since child
Coz this world weren’t made for simple folk like me
What seems tiresome and superficial for others is a dream