Sulk

You bite though the big wall, the big wall bites back.
You sit there and bawl, you are so pretty when you're on your knees.
Disinfrected, eager to please.

Sometime you sulk, sometimes you burn.
God rest your soul when the loving comes.
And we've already gone.
Just like your dad, You'll never change.

Each time it comes, it eats me alive.
I try to behave, but it eats me alive.
So I declere a holiday.
Fall asleep, drift away.