When I get home it's late at night,

I'm black and bloody from my life,

I haven't time to clean my hands,

Cuts will only sting me through my dreams.



It's well past midnight as I lie

In a semi-conscious state.

I dream of people fighting me

Without any reason I can see.



In the morning I awake,

My arms my legs my body aches,

The sky outside is wet and grey

So begins another weary day.

So begins another weary day.



After eating I go out,

People passing by me shout.

I can't stand this agony

Why don't they talk to me?



In the park I have to rest

I lie down and I do my best,

The rain is falling on my face

I wish I could sink without a trace.



In the morning I awake,

My arms my legs my body aches,

The sky outside is wet and grey,

So begins another weary day.

So begins another weary day.



In the park I have to rest

I lie down and I do my best,

The rain is falling on my face

I wish I could sink without a trace.



In the morning I awake,

My arms my legs my body aches,

The sky outside is wet and grey,

So begins another weary day.

So begins another weary day.