If someone has little digs at you
and they do it everyday,
don't say anything, and don't bite back,
all you really can do,
is just quietly walk away.
It feels just like you are living under a stormcloud.
Expecting to get yelled - even screamed at,
for little things, not properly done,
sometimes you feel guilty -
if you relax and have a little fun.
It feels just like you are living under a stormcloud.
Everyday you are, so afraid of messing up.
and you wonder sometimes why,
you even bother getting out of bed.
You'ld only do or say something wrong,
But you wonder if they'ld notice,
You had packed up one day and gone.
This is what living everyday feels like,
It feels just like you're living under a stormcloud.
1999
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