A Room Full Of Nothing - Terry Hall

And whoever said

It was meant to be easy

Was someone who knew how to cope

Not aimlessly walk

Round and round in a circle

To end up without any hope

And the constant reminder

Of all that you’ve missed

From everyone you’ll never know

It’s hard to stay in

With the popular crowd

But oh so much harder to go

Some have it all

Like the world at their feet

Others have streets with no names

There are those quite prepared

To give up their souls

Others who won’t play the game

And the constant reminder

Of all that you’ve missed

From everyone that you’ll never know

It’s hard to stay in

With the popular crowd

But oh so much harder to go

But don’t send me postcards

With felt tip best wishes

Withering roses, and lip sticky kisses

Forget reminiscing

I know what I’m missing

I’ve got to break free

From this thing that is me

And the constant reminder

Of all that I am

And everything I’ll never be

'Cos all that I’ve left

Is this life full of gloom

In a room full of nothing, but me

In a room full of nothing, but me

In a room full of nothing, but me

In a room full of nothing, but me

In a room full of nothing, but me