B.D.D.

Written by：Tony "T.S." McPhee/Traditional

Then I looked up

At the sun

And the brightness hurt my eyes

But I'd rather be blind

Than to see you with other guys

Then I listened

To the sound

Of an airplane as it flies

But I'd rather be deaf than

To hear you tell those lies

And I shouted

And I screamed

'Till my face turned shades of blue

But I'd rather be dumb than

To tell you that we're through

Then an airplane

Drowned my voice

As it blotted out the sun

And I realized that I'm not the only one