rude and not ginger
I am hiding day by day
In a tiny quiet shell
Mocking mirrors smile and say:
You are doing very well
Night has passed and here's the day
Yet no sunshine in your cell
No one's there to hear you play
Sad and lonely rings the bell
People come and fade away
Lock the door and say farewell
It has been your choice to stay
In this private little hell
In a tiny quiet shell
Mocking mirrors smile and say:
You are doing very well
Night has passed and here's the day
Yet no sunshine in your cell
No one's there to hear you play
Sad and lonely rings the bell
People come and fade away
Lock the door and say farewell
It has been your choice to stay
In this private little hell