Over the Hill

Why? Tell me, why? You don't call me anymore Don't you want me anymore? Black It's all black It's the colour of my heart It's the colour of my eyes But I'm here Yes I'm here Everybody seems to mean so much Everybody seems to think I'm fine Late It's too late I am punishing myself By admitting it's too late Laugh You may laugh You can laugh at me for days You may spit at me if you want But I'm here I'm still here Everybody seems to mean so much Everybody seems to think I'm fine Look at me There were more to see There were more to be proud of...