re: 887
Who can it be knocking at my door?
Make no sound, tip-toe across the floor.
If they hear, they'll knock all day,
I'll be trapped, and here I'll have to stay.
I've done no harm, I keep to myself;
There's nothing wrong with my state of mental health.
I like it here with my childhood friend;
Here they come, those feelings again!
How many can it be now?
How many can it be now?
How many can it be now?
How many can it be now?
Is it the men come to take me away?
Why do they follow me?
It's not reality that I can see,
It's just my fantasy
Oh...how many can it be now?
Oh...how many can it..how many can it...