Nobody likes me,
That's what I see.
Everyday is the same old story,
No guts, no glory.

Here I am, a gutless wonder,
Falling deeper and deeper under.
The closer I feel to the open,
The deeper I've fallen.

Finally someone good comes along,
And the only thing I hear is an Angel's song.
The voice of an angel has the face of a woman,
The more I think of her, the deeper I've fallen.

Now I realize there's no way out of this hole,
I can only adapt to it like a mole.
So in this hole I sit with sorrow,
Praying that maybe I'll see melissa tomorrow.