Hundredweight

I wear

You down

I walk into the room

And it gets much colder

Each limb

A ton

Then my hundredweight head

And I sink through the carpet

I am sunk

So low

What's the matter with you

You wear your Monday morning face

I know

You think I'm a waste of your time

Hello

I'm no-one you'd want to meet

I grind you down

I walk into the room

And it gets much

Darker

Each limb

A ton

Then my hundredweight head

And I sink through the carpet

I am Sunk, So low

What's the matter with you

You wear your Monday morning face

I know

You think I'm a waste of your time

Hello

I'm no-one you'd want to meet low