| I am Jack’s sense of rejection |
| I suck my finger, it stings |
| He puts his hand on the shoulder |
| And says a million stupid things |
| I hear he’s backwards and inbred |
| I hear he’s all kinds of things |
| I put my head on the table |
| And think a million stupid things |
| I just want answers to questions |
| And no-one knows what its worth |
| To see a chink in the armour |
| But I want more than this |
| I hold it in |
| I hate that grin |
| But it’s all good |
| That smile is worn to be seen |
| When faced with all of my demons |
| I ran as fast as I could |
| For shelter in my own ignorance |
| Like any normal person would |
| And you might label me indolent |
| If you didn’t know me too well |
| You would say I have a problem |
| And I’d say «Go to hell» |
| When I am free |
| It will be sunny forever |
| And I can say that I feel fine |
| Sitting here doing nothing |
| That smile is worn to be seen |
| Still I can’t forget what you told me |
| I can’t forget what you said |
| I can’t stop seeing a target |
| Painted on the back of his head |
| Why does he smile when he sees me |
| And wave as he passes by? |
| Who doesn’t he know what he represents? |
| Why is that? |
| I don’t get it |