Criminal

Look at me
I’m happy as can be About the air in my lungs
And the stories I’ve spun
About being satisfied
Most of the time
Listening to the wind and the rain
Always wondering
Why does everybody run away
Tell me, tell me When will I get myself straight
Help me, help me
«Cos the good people I know
They come and they go Talking 'bout hospitals
Making room for criminals
And they look at me They think I’m mad as can be Cause I got a criminal inside
That I just can’t hide
And I’m frustrated
I try to medicate it But nothing’s as strong
As the damage I’ve done
Why does everybody run away
Tell me, tell me When will I get myself straight
Help me, help me Cause I live alone
With a criminal
I live alone
Why does everybody run away
Tell me, tell me When will I get myself straight
Help me, help me Cause my house ain’t a home
Cause I’m living alone
With a criminal