This loneliness I've been feeling   It won't have a positive outlook on anyone   How many novels am I in?      Fading hope with potential?   If only I should be so lucky   But I'm not   I'm never quite so wonderful, am I?      Am I in need of having no need?   London is the only way   As she suffocates I'm hiding pills   So wonderful am I      I'm left with nothing, turning old leaves down   I’m only trying to work out what I'm not feeling      I'm left with nothing, turning old leaves down   I’m only trying to work out what I'm not feeling      Tape up the truth I don't want to hear it   Keep it under his duvet      Tape up the truth I don't want to hear it   Keep it under his duvet      I'm never quite so wonderful, am I?   I’m left with nothing, turning old leaves down   I'm never quite so wonderful, am I?