Drama's in the living room staring at my face,
and all the things its done to me I still want erased,
gleaming cruelly in its eyes as if that weren’t the case,
that’s all they seem to talk about in every public place,
it always clings onto my soul like a shoe does to its lace,
and everyone treats their drama like it is a race,
a contest of who's life is worse or who's got the fastest pace,
now I really wish I had a big old can of mace,
I’d hoped they'd leave me out of it or leave me my privet space,
before their problems come and take away my peace.
