Nirvana - Paper Cuts |
Nirvana When I'm feeling tired She pushed food through the door Newspapers spread around And I crawl towards the crack of light Sometimes I can't find my way A cleaning is due again Soaking all that they can The lady whom I feel maternal love for Cannot look me in the eyes But I see hers and they are blue And they cock and twist and masturbate I said so Nirvana I scratched with my nails Black windows of paint I see others just like me They bring out the older ones Why do they not try to escape? They come with a flash of light They point in my way And take my family away My whole existence is for your amusement And very later I have learned to And that is why I'm here with you! Accept some friends of ridicule To take you with me You're right Nirvana |
