History repeats itself
Within the realms of my inexperience
Life is but an empty sack
Withered in the storms of resistance
See me dwindle watch me dwell
In the cut out corner of my plastic world

I have no future for I’ve had no past
Can you help me at last

History repeats itself
Within the realms of my inexperience
Life is but an empty sack
Withered in the storms of resistance
See me dwindle watch me dwell
In the cut out corner of my plastic world

How I wish, how I wonder
How I wish, how I wonder
How I wish, how I wonder

I have no future for I’ve had no past
Can you help me at last

History repeats itself
Within the realms of my inexperience
Life is but an empty sack
Withered in the storms of resistance
See me dwindle watch me dwell
In the cut out corner of my plastic world