Me and my guitar playing my way. It makes them frown. The little pieces by the highway, bring me down. Mine is not a heart of stone, I am only skin and bone now. Those little pieces are little pieces of my own. Why don't you give me some love? I've taken shit loads of drugs. I'm so tired of never  fixing the pain. Valium said to me:  I'll take you seriously and we'll come back as someone else. Who's better than yourself? Many faces at the doorway, all hiding round. Watch me fighting in the hallway but make no sound. So I'm standing all alone and I'm only skin and bone now.. So many faces, but they all look out for their own. Why don't you give me some love?