Criminal کے بول

Look at me I'm happy as can be About the air in my lungs And the stories I've spun About being satisfied Most of the time Listening to the wind and the rain Always wondering Why does everybody run away Tell me, tell me When will I get myself straight Help me, help me "Cos the good people I know They come and they go Talking 'bout hospitals Making room for criminals And they look at me They think I'm mad as can be 'Cos I got a criminal inside That I just can't hide And I'm frustrated I try to medicate it But nothing's as strong As the damage I've done Why does everybody run away Tell me, tell me When will I get myself straight Help me, help me 'Cos I live alone With a criminal I live alone Why does everybody run away Tell me, tell me When will I get myself straight Help me, help me 'Cos my house ain't a home 'Cos I'm living alone With a criminal