look at me, i'm happy as can be   by the air in my lungs   and the stories i spun   i, being satisified, most of the time   listening to the wind and the rain, always wondering   why, does everybody run away   tell me, tell me   when, will i get myself straight   help me, help me      cause the good people i know   they come and they go   talk about hospitals,    making room for criminals   and they look at me, think as mad as can be   so got a criminal outside   and i just can't hide   and i'm frustrated, i try to medicate it   but nothings as strong as the damage i done   but why, does everybody run away   tell me, tell me   when, will i get myself straight   help me, help me      cause i live alone (i live alone)   with a criminal (i live alone)   i live alone (i live alone)      why, does everybody run away   tell me, tell me   when, will i get myself straight   help me, help me   why, does everybody run away   tell me, tell me      it's the hardest thing at heart   cause i'm living alone, with a criminal