No Need

Doctor, Doctor
I need some pills
I got a problem
I ain't got no will
Gotta give me something
Gotta get me fit
Sick of the violence
Sick of this shit
Turn off the TV
Tear up the paper
No matter what I do
Nothing seems to matter
Go to a disco
Go to a party
All the weirdo's out there
They all think they're arty
Ain't got no reason
Don't wanna rhyme
But every day I do this
It happens every time
Don't want no girlfriend
Don't want no wife
Don't wanna be so lonely
What happened to my life
We all need someone to talk to
Need a shoulder to cry on
I'm the one they use
My problems on the shelf up high
Gotta get out of this rhythm
Gotta get to my right time
Need a place that feels like home
A place to call my own
Just need my music, paper and pen
The world can ignore me
I'll ignore all them
The day I get this
Will be the day that I die
No need to worry
No use to cry

© 1995, Mosquitobyte