I am no, Brad Pitt, but I am nice and kind
And an imagination within my troubled mind
Hiding up here in my loft room
Shutting out reality with a noise of the vacuum
I try to forget my mums down stairs dying
And that I have dad whose always lying
But I have grown up nice and kind
Although I have a troubled mind
Works hard these days too much paper work
Whilst trying to social work some jerk
All my girlfriends were just good friends
I reflect on this whilst listening to Radiohead the ‘Bends'
I worked hard to get where I am
But I am a kind and honest man
They say people like me are hard to find
But I am here, within my troubled mind