This Terrible Mess

Don't come around no more
 Just stay away
 It hurts too much to always
 Have to say goodbye
 I cannot write to you
 And I cannot speak
 All the tears I've wasted
 Well, it's made me weak
 As I am
 You can't be
 Don't ever follow me
 This Quasimodo chokes for thee
 He lashes with his tounge
 The wisest thing for you right now
 Would be to run
 I'm tired of feeling sick each day
 I'm tired of feeling blue
 The cause of this whole terrible mess
 I fear is you
 As I am
 You can't be
 Don't ever follow me
 So hand me down my walking cane
 My scalpel, if you please
 I'm going to go find a place
 Where nothing's as it seems
 Where no one ever looks at me
 And no one ever tries
 To hang their hopes upon me
 With their soft, warm sighs
 As I am
 You can't be
 Don't ever follow me