sick, tired and homeless
  with no one here to sing for
  tired of being weightless
  for all these looking good boys
    you can always say my attic has its charm
  you can always say you did no major harm
  you can always that summer had its charm
  and that you did no major harm
  oh, spare me if you please
    sick, tired an sleepless
  with no one else to shine for
  sick of all my distress
  but I won't show I'm still poor
    symptoms are so deep
  something here's so wrong
  nothing is complete
  nowhere to belong
  symptoms are so deep
  I think I'd better stay
  here on my own
  so spare me if you please