It's not the way that you would listen Or the way you comb your hair It's the fact that you are missing How I feel when you're not there I went through all the months of January Locked up in this cell I'd like to be at home, but on my own I didn't do too well
Look at me, I always get the blame But I can't even learn to spell my name I like to read, I like to write But where I live I learn to fight So don't you ever say that we're the same
I don't need a doctor telling me I'm full of juice It's not a statement that I'm making, but the plain and simple truth I went through all the months of January Locked up in my cell I'd like to think of home, when I'm alone It doesn't work too well
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