me, the prisoner in this chair
I sit with heart full of despair
can I find the answers anywhere
or is this just my destiny
to live my life so all alone
with no reason to own this phone
cause no one will be calling me
with an answer plain to see
I felt better for a little while
even managed half a smile
but still the problem's in my way
that brought me to my knees to pray
so tie a rope above the door
and put this chair upon the floor
I'll hang around till I swing no more
my heart cannot go on this way
cruel world good bye
don't let the people see me cry
as I stand in this checkout line
and buy rope and chair
and a BIG BIG box of Kleenex
