Half an hour

It's after eight and Mrs. Pearson is lying in her bed she thought about her life she's tired of the work and she is sad... No, no she hasn't any bruises on her body in this time she's under cower with...

There's people everywhere And I can't help but stare They're forcing me to Be something that I just can't be There's people everywhere And I can't help but stare At you Monday morning, feeling fine...