I’m beaten not brawn,

I’m not tough,

Or rough,

But I ain’t no puff.

Gay may mean happy,

But I’m so straight,

That I’m so sad and depressed,

And it’s making me bad.

Forget how to flirt,

Cos I’m covered in dirt,

Deep down,

In a box,

In a deep hole,

So far down I’ve went further down than a mole,

One little night out,

My emotions came out,

And now I have to say what I can’t say at this moment,

But I’m DEAD.