Then I come in,
they go mad,
hit my nose and hit my back,
Breack me every single bone,
throw me out just like a stone.
It's the corner,
it's the dress,

small the town and big the mess,
that I cause with every step,
but still I walk,
nonetheless.

They're skipping backwards,
They're trashing days,
is that all what they're believing in?
Smash my head to make it spin.

It wont change,
so come with me,
just with your eyes I will see.
Just with your arms I can hold,
and keep away them dump and cold.